The train ride from Tokyo to Kyoto felt like an eternity to Osborn. The rhythmic motion of the train did little to settle his racing thoughts. Everything had started to fall into place, yet the pieces of the puzzle remained distant, just out of reach. The Tengu mask. The kidnapper’s strange obsession with it. The idea that this wasn’t just a series of random abductions, but something far more deliberate, far more sinister.
Mari sat beside him, flipping through a small notebook, while Aya had taken a seat a few rows ahead, deep in conversation with a local contact who might be able to help them get access to the shop in Kyoto. Osborn had a feeling they weren’t going to find answers easily. This wasn’t going to be a straightforward investigation. Nothing about this case had been straightfor
