"No," Tenma whispered, his reflection in the glass looking like a stranger’s. "He’ll find us."
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. Monster Episode 37
Tenma walked to the window, staring out at the grey city. Somewhere in the labyrinth of Europe, Johan was smiling. He was moving pieces on a board Tenma couldn't even see yet. Every time Tenma felt he was closing in, he realized he was merely being led—an unwanted disciple following a dark messiah toward an inevitable end. "Tomorrow, we move south," Tenma said, his voice flat. "Will we find him there?" "No," Tenma whispered, his reflection in the glass
A soft knock at the door made him reach for the handgun hidden beneath a pile of medical journals. "It’s me," a voice whispered. Dieter. Tenma walked to the window, staring out at the grey city
He wasn’t a doctor anymore. His hands, once capable of the most delicate neurosurgery, were now calloused from the grip of a rifle. He looked at his fingers, tracing the faint tremors he could never quite suppress. He had saved a monster, and the weight of that "mercy" had bent his soul until it snapped.
Should we continue this journey toward or focus on a flashback to Tenma's days at the hospital?