Let us go back in time a bit.
While Mikado and Anri were walking into the café, one of the 'chess pieces' had started moving on the streets.
Yagiri Pharmaceuticals·Research Facility
In the meeting room of the sixth research facility, the sound of a forceful blow on something was heard.
"You said she escaped...explain yourself!"
Yagiri Namie's fist struck the table, effectively overturning a mug of coffee. Coffee was now pooling quickly across the table's surface. The freshly brewed coffee was scalding Namie's hand, but she hardly flinched, and only her fist was quivering slightly from her rage and anxiety.
"If the police find out about 'that', we'll be finished!"
She swept her gaze, both fiery and restless with anxiety, across the faces of her subordinates.
"So she was only pretending to be good. She was just looking for an opportunity to make a run for it the whole time..."
She bit her lip tightly in an attempt to suppress her anger, which caused her lips to be stained with a red colour that was even darker than her lipstick.
"...Forget it, get all 'subordinates' that don't have anything to do at the moment to look for her. No need to keep a low profile now, just do everything you can to search for her. If any problems crop up, let them take care of it themselves."
"Should they be refrained from injuring the target?" one of the subordinates beside Namie asked calmly.
She thought a little, and then answered his query in a clear voice:
"It's a shame...but since it's come to this, I don't care if she dies. Just bring her back here."
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As he looked towards his sister's erect research facility, Yagiri Seiji sighed deeply.
-Ah, so this is love...love that just causes you to lose control.
The first time Seiji had met 'her', had been something that happened five years ago. He'd only been a ten-year-old kid then and with under his sister's 'guidance', he'd been exposed to his uncle's 'secret'.
'She'd' been in a glass jar-and looked like something out of a fairytale he'd seen when he was little, like a sleeping beauty who was yearning for her prince in her dreams. Although she was a head, Seiji did not feel the slightest fear or repulsion towards her, and instead had been completely bewitched by her exquisite charm.
And as Seiji grew up day by day, he began to develop a sense of rationality. But this so called rationality was completely defined by 'her', and his psyche was gradually being encroached by thoughts of 'her'.
But, this wasn't because the head had any demagogic intentions, nor was it because the head was emanating strange electromagnetic waves or pheromones. The head was simply alive. The youth, Yagiri Seiji, had merely been doing as he wished, and had eventually fallen for 'her' completely.
Just like how Yagiri Namie was in pursuit of her brother's love. Her brother, like her, was seeking love from a silent head that did not speak.
It was purely this love, that instigated him to do what he had.
When his sister had taken 'her' away on the grounds of research, Seiji had thought-I'm going to let her leave that glass jar. I'm going to set her free. I want her to have the whole world.
Seiji believed that this was 'her' wish, and then one day, the long-awaited opportunity came. He stole his sister's security card, familiarized himself with the security guards' patrol route and had taken care of them with a stun gun. Seiji did not believe what he had done was wrong at all. In his heart, he only wanted to see 'her' joyous expression.
