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As the heavy door creaked open, Kuroiwa didn't wait for the questions. He slipped past the officers with the practiced invisibility of a man who didn't exist. He left Sato behind, not out of mercy, but because the world was already messy enough without amateurs playing his part. By the time the sirens faded into the city's background noise, Kuroiwa Menou was already back in the shadows, a mistake corrected by a ghost.

You’re him, aren’t you? Sato whispered, his voice trembling as he looked at Kuroiwa. The real one. [Kuroiwa_Menou]_Machigaerareta_Otoko_The_Mistak...

The mistake was almost comical. A witness had pointed a finger, a blurry CCTV frame had done the rest, and now the city’s most efficient "cleaner" was standing in a police station, unrecognized, while an innocent man faced the shadow of Kuroiwa’s own sins. As the heavy door creaked open, Kuroiwa didn't

If the police closed the case with Sato, the real trail would go cold, but Kuroiwa’s professional pride felt insulted by the sloppy work. By the time the sirens faded into the

Kuroiwa Menou paced the length of the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a low, irritating hum that mirrored the vibration in his chest. Across the table sat the man who had been arrested in his place—a soft-featured accountant named Sato who looked like he had never even raised his voice, let alone a blade.