Genji Heavy Industries Building, a dark room at the bottom of the building.
Fifteen minutes had passed, yet this room remained a scene of utter devastation. The pungent smell of blood in the air lingered, thick and unyielding. Huge glass curtain walls lay shattered across the floor in fragments of various sizes. Black, twisted corpses were piled high in the corners, and an ominous scarlet tint bled through the pools of un drained water.
At the far end of the room stood a man with a spine as straight as a ramrod. Ever since fifteen minutes ago, he had maintained this exact posture, standing motionless.
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