「May 24, outside Kyoto Station.」
Miyaji Yosuke parked the police station's car in the parking lot.
He stood at the station exit, waiting for a superintendent from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
The person hadn't appeared yet.
Miyaji Yosuke took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, placed it between his lips, and lit it with a cheap lighter, taking a deep drag.
"PUFF," he exhaled the smoke.
As a heavy smoker, Miyaji Yosuke never inhaled into his lungs, always expelling the smoke from his mouth. Smoking was a habit he had developed for thinking.
