[DOIWA]
Otaru had seen Sakura go crazy more than once.
He has seen the woman transform into the worst of the worst. Yet as he continued gathering whatever was remaining of the people that had attacked Kiyomi, he couldn't help but wonder if this was truly his best friend's work.
Maybe he was losing his mind and trying to find a scapegoat, but this wasn't Sakura's signature. This was something single. This was someone's handiwork, and he needed to confirm it. He needed to be certain because there was just no way.
Sakura was always crazy.
Sakura was always murdering for sport.
And if Sakura wanted a person dead, they would be dead. Not crawling with their insides getting fried out like this. It made no sense at all, and he was determined to find the answer to the mess before him.
So when He saw a familiar sinister face that always pissed him off, he went on to get his answers.