Kataoka whispers to the ghost:
EMI “What?”
Kataoka doesn’t look up. His soroban clicks. Click-click-click-click. shigeo kataoka
He became the kaikei (accountant) for the Matsuba-gumi. But he was no desk man. To collect a debt, he would sit across from a deadbeat, open a notebook, and calmly explain—in the language of compound interest and late fees—exactly how many fingers the man would lose per 100,000 yen. He never raised his voice. He never had to. Kataoka whispers to the ghost: EMI “What
EMI “The money goes in here—” (taps screen) “—and comes out here. But there’s a gap. Forty million yen. Just... gone.” open a notebook