"You were staring at the picture again," Dieter said, nodding toward the table.
He sat in a cramped, dimly lit apartment, the smell of antiseptic and stale coffee clinging to the peeling wallpaper. Spread across the scarred wooden table were the fragments of a ghost: blurry photographs of a blonde woman, police reports from 1986, and a hand-drawn map of the Czech border. 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?" "You were staring at the picture again," Dieter
"I’m looking for a pattern," Tenma lied. He was looking for a reason. He was looking for the moment Johan Liebert had ceased to be a boy and become a void. Tenma walked to the window, staring out at the grey city