The wailing of police sirens echoed through the dim streets of Shinjuku, cutting through the uneasy stillness of the night. A scene of utter carnage unfolded at a hospital, now bathed in the rhythmic flashes of red and blue lights.
A grim figure emerged from the arriving convoy—a man in a dark coat whose presence demanded respect.Sakuma Tamotsu, a detective with a reputation as sharp as his instincts. Known across Shinjuku for cracking the city’s most perplexing cases, Sakuma now faced a nightmare that even his hardened resolve found unsettling.
Stepping past the cordoned perimeter, he surveyed the scene. The air reeked of iron, and the faint sound of boots crunching on broken glass accompanied the hushed murmurs of officers exchanging reports. Bodies—too many to count at a glance—lay sprawled across the hospital’s entrance and corridors. Blood painted the walls, a grotesque tapestry of violence.
Sakuma’s eyes narrowed as he approached the lead officer, a young but steady man who snapped to attention.
"Status report," Sakuma ordered, his voice cold and measured.
The officer nodded. "The suspect left no clear evidence or weapons behind, sir. It seems they exited through the rear of the hospital, likely after slaughtering anyone in sight. The scene inside is..." The officer hesitated, glancing at the building as if it might swallow him whole.
Sakuma gestured for him to continue.
"The victims, sir—they show signs of severe animalistic attacks. Bite marks, deep slashes, and claw-like scratches. Some wounds look like they were inflicted by something... unnatural."
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Sakuma frowned, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle. A hundred victims. Almost half the hospital’s occupants wiped out in a single, brutal rampage. No witnesses. No discernible escape route. It didn’t add up.
He crouched near one of the bodies, examining the wounds under the harsh glare of the floodlights. The jagged bite marks weren’t just feral—they were deliberate, as if the killer reveled in the act.
"This wasn’t random," Sakuma muttered to himself. "This was calculated chaos."
Rising to his feet, he pulled a sleek phone from his coat pocket and dialed a number. Holding the device to his ear, he spoke in a low, deliberate tone.
"This case isn’t going to solve itself," he murmured, as the line connected.
On the other end, a bright, almost mischievous voice answered. "Well, well, Detective Sakuma. Fancy hearing from you. Are you taking advantage of our round-the-clock service?"
"I need your expertise," Sakuma replied curtly. "This incident is beyond the norm. I need a list of potential suspects—people capable of this... madness. Shinjuku’s underbelly is your specialty."
The woman chuckled, her tone playful yet professional. "We’re juggling a few things, Detective, but for the right price, we can make your case our priority. A little overtime fee wouldn’t hurt, would it?"
"Just get it done," Sakuma snapped, though not without a hint of amusement. "And keep me posted on anything you find."
"Consider it handled. Over and out," the voice chimed before the line went dead.
Sakuma pocketed the phone, his thoughts drifting to darker territory. He rubbed his temple, muttering under his breath.
"Could this be related to the ‘Man of the Night’? No... it doesn’t fit his pattern. He’s precise—clean. This? This is a massacre."
The thought gnawed at him, even as he dismissed it for now. He turned to the scene again, sighing deeply.
"This case is going to bury me in paperwork," he muttered before steeling himself.
He moved further into the hospital, stepping over shattered glass and pools of blood. His sharp eyes scanned the devastation for any detail that might offer a lead. The victims’ expressions told a silent story of terror—a story Sakuma was determined to unravel.
Tonight, Shinjuku had become a battlefield. And the Beast of the Hospital had left its mark.