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Day 39. 06:04:38.
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This woke me up from the bad dream. Covered in cold sweat. I light a cigarette. It’s the last one (this pack was bought last night. I may have smoked too wild…damn). Throat hurts like burnt. Desperately grabbed something on the table and pulled in. Coffee left over-night. Tasted a bit weird.
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Then I set off to the place of work -Yes, I didn’t change last night, not even my holster.
Kept leaving my old Honda in dust, I went taking metro train nearby, subconsciously.
As I proceed to the platform, heart beat mounted up, as expected. Almost threw me into coma, I realized again your lovely face in the crowd.
Your lips were moving but words just couldn’t be heard, or were you really speaking, I suspected.
I spread my arms just wanna to reach you but it was too late. IT WAS HAPPENING, AGAIN.
The whole world started tumbling and collapsing in front of me. I witnessed you and the others burying alive by the folding ground.
but the little world I was standing remained calm and intact, even the air was peaceful and so still, the stormy dust was like being kept away by a mysterious force.
I yelled but my voice was being bounced back. I was literally being concealed.
Suddenly I heard a freakin haunting scream from above,
IT HURTS! IT HURTS!
an wicked and terrifying INVERTED FIGURE worming her way out of the darkness above and grabbed my shoulders with her shriveled hands.
Her nails fastened into my fresh, lifting me from the ground and dragged me into the abyss.
My heart was stunned by the centrifugal force and stopped beating.
This wakes me up from the bad dream. Covered in cold sweat. I examine the time,
06:04:38.
I light a cigarette. Is it the last one?
I am Kazunari Kouji, Police Inspector, TMPD(Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department), Criminal Investigation, #102 station.
I am also one of the few survivals of the recent 919 Umeda Sta Incident, happened 40 days before.
“Though it has been 1 month since the disaster happened, Government still owes people a proper investigation report, regarding the decision of elimination of the whole Umeda Station by the Self-Defense Force.
Not even any top authorities or representative from the military has shown up to summarize the incidents like what specific information has been collected by the Intelligence Gathering Network from any sources, what alternative proposals have been considered and what were the reasons why all of them have been rejected and finally coming to the almost massacre self-destruction way - in order to block the RIPS of the Netherworld- as per the only formal announcement from the Prime Minister’s Office.
This profoundly gave a bad impression to the public and has inevitably led to development of numerous conspiracy theories. That is why this program has been prepared accordingly in order to provide with our audience a more clear picture of the whole incident based on facts as well as hypothesis and professional analysis from numerous experts.”
The good and somehow intellectual looking female program host just finished giving an introduction while her partner, a mature male host managing hard to present a sincere but straight face with critical thinking, nods and continued,
“Exactly Tanaka san. Before we start, we need to emphasize (again?) that the contents of this special program are based on limited information as per government’s release, witnesses’ testimonies, rumors and specialists’ professional opinions. And this company does not stand for any commentaries in this program.”
The guy called Kubota deliberately turns his upper half body from his partner towards the camera to indicate his {getting down to real business now}.
”Can you please turn up the volume now, Kenji kun?”
”Ar…..”The soba shop owner and chef called Kenji moves towards the TV and comes back quickly to look after the soba. Though he looks at an age of early 50 already, he may still respect the old guy and his request a lot even risking to overdo his soba.
”You should get back your remote someday,”the old guy complains the {slow service} instead, poor Kenji kun.
”Come on~ Ebizawa san. It is just ANOTHER one. I bet there is nothing ground-breaking this program….”A middle aged male office worker sits next to the old guy says. His name is Hyuga. He has known Ebizawa for many years since he was transferred from Hokkaido to Shibuya, Tokyo. This soba shop is in close proximity to his office. This is where he met Ebizawa, a bitter and sometimes arrogant elder that loves to debate with the youth on account of his seniority.
Ebizawa is now over 70. He lives his retired life alone in Itabashi, 18km from Shibuya. He travels daily between his home and the most popular commercial and touristic district in Tokyo as if he was still employed. This may help him to remain some attachment to the society. And this soba shop is his {canteen} ever since it was opened. He has been the most loyal customers since the ex-owner when Kenji was just a junior and apprentice. This explains why Kenji, the owner of the shop, is showing so much respect to him - a senior who used to witness his growth, counseling and disciplining him in almost every aspects all through the years.
”so the pace of redevelopment is terribly slow and unpredictable due to the potential hazards of RIP which the Government has always claimed to exist within somewhere under the {previous} Umeda Station.”
The program has gone through its first part with several old interview clips (newly edited with montage of images and photos) and it is now summarizing the chronological by the current status of the venue of tragedy -
Aerial camera is orbiting over the site and is broadcasting via the old LCD TV.
Umeda Station, once the biggest railway station in western Japan serving over 2 million passengers daily, is gone, leaving a colossal abyss enclosed by RC fence wall 30 meters offset from its peripheral. It is as well heavily guarded by police and Self-Defense Force.
”Akira.” Hyuga is murmuring while looking at the visual of the ruin similar to the aftermath of war. “This is how the prophecy of AKIRA(1988) has warned us. We should avoid studying those damn EVOKERS from HELL……they will only curse us. See how many these bloody RIPS have emerged since we started investigating these damn things?!”
”Bullshit. Akira is still human. This is INHUMAN absolutely! A shameless massacre!” Ebizawa stares at Hyuga. “and are you naive enough to believe that there was really any RIP underneath the station? This is fxxkin bullshit I tell u!”
“Come on~ you wanna tell me it is FBI behind all these shit again?”
Another other customer who has just finished his meal looks up at the TV and is about to lit a cigarette, a handsome yet solitary face that painfully expresses the vicissitudes of hardship he might have experienced. He seems not to have listened to either their conversation or the TV program. He feels so isolated to the surrounding. Only that the pronunciation of {FBI} has caused a little to none interference to his isolated world which makes him slightly aware of the existence of the three living beings in his proximity.
“Hey!”Ebizawa turns to the handsom guy. He has been drawing the old guy’s attention since he sat down next to him. Hunch tells him this young guy is special, so distinct that even seniors with rich experience like him would still feel curious about. Such curiosity has turned him on and he can no longer suppress the pleasure of {stop him being atrociously in my reign, I should teach him a lesson well}. ”beware of the fxxkin Health Promotion Plan (*prohibitionof smoking activities within almost all public interior spaces except for those designated smoking zones- April 2020, Tokyo Metropolitan Government) For your fxxkin health and your wallet….”
The young man is deaf to Ebizawa. He lights a cigarette, sucks hard and breathes out at its most anodyne.
”…….I am sorry that it ever bothers you,”He makes a smoke ring before he continues, “but I reserve the right to smoke here. This damn shop is not big enough.(*shops with area smaller than 100 square meter are normally excluded from that regulation, though arguably making no sense.)”
”YOU!”Just when Ebizawa is about to explode, his friend Hyuga grabs his arm and whispers to him.
”Are you crazy? This guy a flatfoot!(cop)! Except you really like go onto deep shit!”
The old guy examines the young guy seriously. He immediately figures out something correlating behind his suit, a handgun.
”I ve seen bigger!”Ebizawa starts bluffing his high adventures in youth while Hyuga pretends to be listening.
The program now switches back to the studio and the screen is focusing on the {critical-thinking} Kubota.
(To be continued)
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