Three days had passed since the discovery of the latest murder, and Haruto still couldn't shake the thought of the cryptic message. He met with Ayaka Ishida, a sharp investigative journalist from Tokyo Times who had been tracking the murders for weeks.

"I've spoken to several people - artists, critics, underground figures. They all speak of The Architect as though he's a legend. Some believe he's a brilliant creator, someone who uses death as a medium to craft masterpieces." Ayaka's voice dropped to a whisper, as though even the walls could hear her.

"A masterpiece?" Haruto questioned, his brow furrowing. "What could he possibly be creating through these murders?"

Ayaka's face tightened. "That's the thing. No one knows. But there's a theory. Some believe that The Architect sees these deaths as the final expressions of beauty. He's trying to craft the perfect piece of art - one that transcends mortality itself."

Haruto absorbed her words carefully. "Art... as a weapon."

"It's more than that," Ayaka said. "He believes that through death, beauty can be perfected. He doesn't just kill for pleasure; he kills to create."