[You could not imagine Majima's morbid delight over seeing dead seafood strewn across the school. Or perhaps you can. This was perfect, it was so utterly delicious. Exactly what the bleeding hearts needed to get stirred into a frenzy of fury and weeping.

Someone here was a maestro. And more than ever, Majima wanted to find out who it was - though he still wasn't sure if it was to get rid of him, or to fight him.

Well! First things first. Get informed. Sink his teeth in and taste it. The security guard tapes, well, they were quite revealing. Either this man got sloppy, or he wanted to be seen. Not much of a difference to him. He was no one Majima knew personally, but it wouldn't be hard at all to pin the face with some manpower.

Sea life didn't fit the killer's usual M.O. so definitive proof this was not, but Majima nontheless made himself a private copy.

To watch. Study. Admirrre the handiwork. This was no mere butcher, this was an artist~!

This. Was. So, so much fun. And of course, he neglected to inform anyone else of this little discovery of his.]