Play with Mad Scientists!

Shayyah knows no memory other than that room.

I know there's a world out there, too, watching TV. My mother taught me to know. But Shayyah was never born out of this room. I'm not allowed to leave.

My mother told me that the world outside the room is such a wonderful place. I knew from the TV that it would not be a place like heaven without any pain, but at least it would have been better than this room.

"The outside world is wonderful. All the girls your age have so much fun, they can go to school, they have so many friends, they wear good clothes, they eat delicious food, they're in love with a nice boy."

My mother, who also visited the room today, said familiar words, laughing at the chained Shayyah. Shayyah believed in his mother's words.

"But you can't, can you?

And again today, I add the same words.

"Shayyah must not go outside. I have to stay in this room until I die."

My mother pushes with a tiny tone.

How many times? I hear these words. I always listen at least once a day. I've been told ever since I got my mind on it.

"It's Shaye... you can't do that. It's Shayyah... hey."

Mother spreads her distorted grin to the full surface to highlight the 'just' part. My mother always seemed happy when I told her about this.

Why can't I be the only one? Shayyah was always asking.

I was mourning, angry, resentful at that irrationality, but at the end of the day it was giving up and despairing to get there. My mother's right, I guess I can't get out of this room until I'm dead. My mother won't forgive me if I want to leave. That's why I can't get out.

"This is how Shayyah ends her life in this room for the rest of her life without much fun, so the girls of the world can be happy for that matter."

I don't know how many times I've heard this word either. I don't know why other girls would be happy if I were in this room.

When I ask, my mother goes mad and keeps beating me about Shayyah for so long as I have enough, I will not ask her again. Shayyah is aware that it is such a terrible secret - a serious secret in this world - that you should not listen.

My mother pressed the TV remote control switch. Today is a good day to watch TV. Shayyah is allowed to watch television four times a week, only two hours a day, except on Sundays. That was the time of bliss for Shayyah, the way to know the outside world, and the only opportunity to gain various knowledge.

"Well, I'll leave you some dinner."

A bowl is served before Shayyah, who is obsessed with the TV.

In the rice in the bowl, there was a mixture of different things that could also be served in the mouth, but Shayyah doesn't care. I don't care anymore.

By the end of the television, it had all been delivered into Shayyah's belly.

"Meat Shell Katsuka" is an illegal drug sales organization with offices in Anle City. Seventeen members and, although small in number, among the illegal drug organizations in Euthanasia, are among the top sellers. As a result, some of the city's colleagues are hostile.

You have to keep a lot of customers to grow sales in smaller organizations. Using somewhat forceful methods, it is not uncommon to invade the territory of other peers. The method also caused the meat shell katsuka to be hostile.

Released Elephants, a drug organization that draws on the flow of the old polar system, with more than seventy members, came to the fleshshell Katsuka in exercising their strength, but the fleshshell Katsuka, with a few more elite and armed men than the former, did not flinch at all, repeatedly clashing over and over again, with no single dead, and on the contrary, the relegated elephants produced as many as fifteen dead.

The battle between the meat shell Katsuka and the unleashed elephant did not even become a particularly prominent topic, as was often the case between backstreet organizations. That's what happens every day in the back streets, like fighting between organizations. If that doesn't involve extra large organizations or powerful individuals, the topic is less topical.

"Let go, little elephants. Come on, have you given up?"

Sitting back on the couch, the Ishii formation makes a nasty noise as he claws his knife in the outfit with his legs thrown out on the table.

Don't lose weight, wrap yourself in a ridiculous purple suit, purple to the sunglasses. A knife user who always responds with a knife to an opponent with a gun as well. No one else has ever taken a pull. Even yesterday, he was released with a knife in his hand and just slit the throat of an elephant's constituent.

"It would be nice if they killed me and showed me the difference in strength from this one, and they still attacked me. Ma, I killed seven people at once yesterday, and isn't it time to do it by hand?

Across from Ishii, a man in jersey, who likewise threw his feet out at the table, said.

His name is Ryu Ishida. I don't care what you think, it only looks like a teenager, but it's number two on the meat shell Katsuka, and he's smart enough to call himself the SWAT leader. Only one Ishida has killed six members of the elephant who were released.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, guys, guys. Its Topic Stop"

The door of the room opens, and the bald man who appears moves his hands warm as he stands, trying to make everyone indoors stop talking about kina smell.

"Coming. Ai, Ai, Ai, Ai, Ai is coming. Stop."

While stopping with a clogged nose voice, the big man puts his hands on his mouth and tries to interrupt the topic.

It already goes to everyone indoors about what he wants to say, but he is anxious not to know if it goes through and puts a stop to it over and over again.

"Okay? Mr. Rufu."

A girl with a set of cleaning equipment tries to get inside the room, laughing strangely.

The big man, called Shufu, looked sorry, but he was far from the entrance with the mundane. I just need to get out of the way a little bit, but go all the way to the back of the room.

"Hello -"

"Hey, love. You were late today."

Ishida speaks casually to a shallow, dark-skinned girl who seems to be in her mid-teens.

"I'm sorry. I was a little late to go home last night."

"Did you enjoy your day off? Like a date?"

"I wish I had someone like that. I've been hanging out with my friends at school all night."

A girl called Love said it seemingly illuminating.

"I'll deal with you whenever you want, okay?

To Ishii's words, love makes you bluff.

"Osama needs to stay calm. If you're gonna fish for your age, I'd be better suited, wouldn't I?

"Hey... Osama, I'm only thirty-one..."

"From me and Ishida, it's enough Osama, it's"

To the words of the girl, who laughed and said Couscous, Ishii made a plump look and gave it a look.

The girl's name is Ai Mashima. He lives in the office of the meat shell Kazuka and performs general household chores such as cleaning laundry meals.

I am not involved in any way in my work as an organization behind me, nor am I allowed to be involved or involved. I also try to refrain from talking about work in front of her. While working in backstreet tissue, I was careful not to stick out of the line of solidity only, the face of the meat shell Katsuka.

Love had been subjected to terrible domestic violence by her father. When the father of love traded meat shells Katsuka and illegal drugs, Ishida saw violence against love and plotted to move away from his father and live here.

Ichiro Ishikawa, the boss of the meat shell Kazuka, asked about the situation, and instead of working here, he made love go to school as well, guaranteeing clothing, shelter and safety.

Love is sincerely grateful to the organization that helped me out of my miserable environment. I have offered many times to repay him, but my boss Ishikawa could never get close to the dirty work of the organization by saying that would be fine if he did the office chores and smiled at me.

"Oh, oh, oh, is Oyla an old man too? Is he an old man? Oh, oh, brother, isn't it?

Shufu asks as he looks around at three people: Ishida, Ishii and Love, whilst turning to his left hand regardless of the skinhead.

"How many are you, Shufu?

"Ouilla? Uh... na... cum... cum..."

Asked by love, Shufu breaks his finger and begins to count.

"Oyla, twenty-one!

"You were very young..."

Ishii rounding his eyes unexpectedly.

"It's better than it looks - you look old. Are you really that old?

"I don't care what you think, Shufu, you look over thirty...... At least you could look a little younger with your hair."

Ishida and Ai also look at Shufu with surprised eyes. Rufu looks at everyone like that and laughs lightly.

Shufu doesn't name his last name after anyone else. I didn't answer anyone when they asked me why. My body has been big since I was a kid, my hair didn't grow on my head, I was annoyed with mild intellectual disability, but I was loved from around because of my honesty, hard working and loving.

While realizing that he was inferior in intelligence, Shufu desperately encouraged him to study and came to the university exam, passing brilliantly.

but he assaulted a student who made fun of his regular husband and his friends and left school in six months. Even if I could bear to make fun of myself, I couldn't forgive making fun of my friends.

A friend at that time is the son of Ishikawa, the boss of the meat shell Katsuka, who is currently working here because of Ishikawa's gauge, which he heard from his son.

At first, he was a regular husband who showed resistance to backstreet work, but seeing that all the people belonging to the organization were good guys, and that the drugs handled by the meat shell Kazuka were highly dependent but scarce in danger, he decided to bury his bones in this tissue after seeing that he was picking the right person to sell them.

Shufu was far superior to a regular man in physical terms. Sports versatile, clever hands and good guidelines. He also quickly acquired the necessary combat skills in the back streets, and flesh-bomb battles and gun arms were enough to be seen at a glance within the organization. He has shown remarkable activity many times, even in the war against the relegated elephant.

"Hey, hey, hey"

An old man in his fifties or so appears in the room with a casual greeting. Father with no features like this, middle meat that seems to be everywhere, hair slightly missed.

He is Ichiro Ishikawa, the boss of the meat shell Katsuka. but to the appearance of the boss, no one showed anything else, just returned the meeting and greetings lightly.

"I need to talk to you a little bit about the ache, so please take Love off. Sorry."

"No."

To Ishikawa's words, Love smiled and lowered his head gently, leaving the room.

"Bad story."

At the same time as the exit of love, Ishikawa clouded his expression. Seeing that, Ishii, Shufu, and Ishida become the real faces, too.

"It's information from a spy who's in an elephant released. They hired a killer because they can't help us at all."

"Organizations specializing in killing…"

Ishii moans with a pale expression.

There are organizations in the back streets that handle a variety of criminal businesses. But fewer organizations specialize in killing. Many people run the killer business individually, but it is rare that an organization specializes in killing only on an organizational basis. Anything can be murdered or contracted by the terminal organization, but most of the time the target is a street dweller.

If the act of murder itself is demanded with money, a freelance killer can judge it by his own fame and strength and refuse it depending on the target. The same applies to organizations that are not specialized in killing.

But that's not the case if you become a professional killing organization.

Instead of taking huge rewards over a freelance killer, it takes a group to finish off the target. A target they ask for can be the destruction of the tissue itself, or a monstrous, skilled individual.

If you are therefore the target of an existence called an organization that specializes in killing, it will be a struggle until one of you disappears. At least the killer organization won't try to stop us from fulfilling our request until we're completely destroyed. Simply a fight between rival organizations can be hand-to-hand along the way, but that doesn't work either.

"So, where is it?

Though I thought it was a pointless question, Ishii asked. By its very nature, they are all amazing when it comes to killing specialist organizations. I'm not free when I'm a target.

"He said it was a 'sweeping vacation'. He wanted the organization's money, and he even hired him to pay his debts."

The moment Ishikawa mouthed the tissue name, the air in the room froze.