Four months have passed since Kurayama's bloodthirsty rampage...
Inside of a somewhat empty and small shop, an old cashier was standing in front of the cashing machine with a tired and sleep-deprived look on his face as he stared at a young man wearing a black sweater, black pants, black shoes, and black cotton mask. The young man was staring at the fridge for almost half an hour, opening the refrigerator many times, yet hesitating to take anything, just for him to close the fridge and go back to his intense staring contest with it.
The cashier released a deep sigh before he placed his forehead on the palm of his hand.
'He's staying here forever.' The cashier thought to himself, almost on the verge of losing his mind.
While the cashier was having an internal breakdown, a man wearing a
