It was a young boy, dressed in old-fashioned Japanese clothes, entirely in white. The boy headed straight into the base, walking from the gate to the interior buildings like he was strolling through an empty field.

Of course, the soldiers guarding the area attempted to stop him, but they were all killed to a man.

“Hey, where is Asaka?” he asked each of them one by one.

If they didn’t answer, he killed them. And anyone who tried to attack him died as well.

...

It was Yogiri Takatou, the child who was supposed to be awaiting her return in the underground facility.

Ecstatic to see her, his face lit up with a bright smile.

“Wait, why are you here, Yo—” Asaka was once again choked into silence by the woman tightening her grip on her throat.

“Don’t do anything! Understand?! If you so much as move, this woman dies!” the woman yelled, pressing her gun to the side of Asaka’s head.

Asaka finally realized that she was a hostage. “Ow! Hold on, what are you doing?!”

“You tell him too! Tell him not to do anything! If he does, you’ll die —” The woman’s voice suddenly cut off as she slumped to the floor.

...

“Yeah, I came to get you,” Yogiri said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. As she followed him, she saw heavily armed soldiers lying all over the place.

“Don’t tell me...”

They were all dead. It was obvious that Yogiri had done all of this. Even now, people were dying. Bodies continued to fall from hiding places around the hallway. As they entered the stairwell, more corpses tumbled down the stairs from above them.

-Volume 2 pages 256, 257, 259, and 262