[ Nishikiyama hooks his nail under the corresponding tab in the binder, flipping it open to a page. There, a printout copy of a business card, medical license, and photo ID are provided. A former address, no longer accurate, is there in the records, and in the lone photograph is a man wearing a white jacket. A surgeon.
The name written is Hiyoshi Kiminobu. ]
This doctor first. He up and vanished two years ago.
[ Nishikiyama's eyes are fixed on the page. An immense hatred burns through him, but he's managed to kept his tone cold and even so far. He can't look away from the profile, and his nails scrape the corner of it restlessly. ]
All I know about him is behind the blue tab in the binder. I need you to bring him to me, Mine.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2024-02-23 10:35 am (UTC)The name written is Hiyoshi Kiminobu. ]
This doctor first. He up and vanished two years ago.
[ Nishikiyama's eyes are fixed on the page. An immense hatred burns through him, but he's managed to kept his tone cold and even so far. He can't look away from the profile, and his nails scrape the corner of it restlessly. ]
All I know about him is behind the blue tab in the binder. I need you to bring him to me, Mine.