Tenma looked at the surgical kit sitting next to his ammunition. He thought of the boy with the bullet wound in his head all those years ago. He thought of the monster he had brought back to life.
He sat in a cramped, dimly lit apartment, the smell of antiseptic and stale coffee clinging to the peeling wallpaper. Spread across the scarred wooden table were the fragments of a ghost: blurry photographs of a blonde woman, police reports from 1986, and a hand-drawn map of the Czech border. Monster Episode 37
The rain in Düsseldorf didn’t just fall; it weighed. For Kenzo Tenma, every drop felt like a ticking second of a life he had surrendered. Tenma looked at the surgical kit sitting next
"I’m looking for a pattern," Tenma lied. He was looking for a reason. He was looking for the moment Johan Liebert had ceased to be a boy and become a void. He sat in a cramped, dimly lit apartment,
Should we continue this journey toward or focus on a flashback to Tenma's days at the hospital?