Fushimi Roku stood at the crossroads.
The red light kept flashing, the train crossing clanged, and time ticked away second by second. Kujo Yua's voice came through the phone again: "This time I'm here to help you. If I have any resentment toward you, I've already let Tamako watch the videotape."
Fushimi Roku glanced at Tamako across the street: "Hasn't she seen it yet?"
"No," Kujo Yua's voice was heavy.
"The videotape has already been spread, it can't be hidden," Fushimi Roku rubbed the calluses on his fingers.
He didn't expect this day to come so suddenly.
Ever since writing the words "Heavenly Punishment" in the hall, Fushimi Roku had imagined more than once what the final outcome between him and Minamoto Tamako would be like.
