[kuroiwa_menou]_machigaerareta_otoko_the_mistak... Direct

You’re him, aren’t you? Sato whispered, his voice trembling as he looked at Kuroiwa. The real one.

As the heavy door creaked open, Kuroiwa didn't wait for the questions. He slipped past the officers with the practiced invisibility of a man who didn't exist. He left Sato behind, not out of mercy, but because the world was already messy enough without amateurs playing his part. By the time the sirens faded into the city's background noise, Kuroiwa Menou was already back in the shadows, a mistake corrected by a ghost. [Kuroiwa_Menou]_Machigaerareta_Otoko_The_Mistak...

The mistake was almost comical. A witness had pointed a finger, a blurry CCTV frame had done the rest, and now the city’s most efficient "cleaner" was standing in a police station, unrecognized, while an innocent man faced the shadow of Kuroiwa’s own sins. You’re him, aren’t you