Haneda International Airport.
The transparent glass curtain walls allow the natural light from outside to flood in, making the waiting area spacious and bright.
The floor is laid with smooth tiles, reflecting the passing travelers, like a moving painting.
The noise is bustling, and languages from various countries can be heard.
Every now and then, there is an announcement on the public address system that a certain flight is about to take off and passengers should proceed to check-in.
The director of Institute No. 47, Sasha Mort, disguised as an Asian, had a suitcase by his feet.
Like everyone else, he sat on a chair in the waiting area, feeling tense, unable to stop glancing around, fearing that a group of people would suddenly rush out and arrest him.
He really was out of his mind.
Whenever Sasha thought about his decision, he couldn't help but have this thought flash in his mind.
