Holding a tablet in his hands, Makoto scrolled up and down, his eyes scanning the lines of text one after the other. Very rarely did he bother reading through medical documents, but this time, he found himself glued to this one in particular, going through it again and again as if he had developed an obsession.
The document itself didn't belong to him or any of his comrades. The target he had been ordered to observe was hospitalized, and to confirm whether it was an act or not, Makoto had paid one of the hotel's Divers a good sum to retrieve it.
The result was nothing like he had expected. If the examination results truly reflected the state of that red-haired youth, one can only wonder how he was still alive. The state of his body was no different from a piece of fabric that had been stretched to its limit, making it so that a single pull would be all it takes to rip it apart.
