The Zashiki Warashi of Intellectual Village Volume 4 Chapter 2

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"Takenoko takenoko nyokiki!!"

"First nyoki!!"

"First nyoki!!"

"Nya ha ha! You were taken out right off the bat!"

"It's a bit of an old game, so I forget how to play it☆"

A group of five men and five women on a group date was having the time of their lives at a table a short distance away. They must have been drinking a fair bit of alcohol because they were roaring with laughter at conversations that did not seem even remotely funny to me. Nevertheless, their laughter reached the table my sister and I were eating and drinking at.

Hmm.

For this twintailed middle school girl of the His.h.i.+gami family, a bar with only dim indirect lighting was a new experience. It made me wonder if I should really be there. Still, I hadn't ordered any alcohol and my adult sister was across the table from me, so no one was going to warn me away or anything.

"There's nothing on this menu but greasy meat. I don't think this kind of food is right for a farming race with length to spare in their intestines."

My sister was a large-breasted woman in her twenties who still wore a tank top and hot pants. She held a gla.s.s filled to the brim with spirytus (a harsh drink that could do just fine fueling an alcohol lamp) and frowned as she replied to me.

"They have salads down at the bottom."

"What kind of salad has 'plenty of beef tongue'!? The vegetables clearly aren't the primary part of these dishes! A girl with lots of subcutaneous fat can't carelessly eat this kind of thing."

"Don't worry, don't worry. You're in middle school, aren't you? At your age, your metabolism won't leave any fat behind. Did an instigator of some kind of health boom scare you on TV or something? And if you're that worried, just take a run after eating."

"That may work for you, but you're a monster that chases after an Italian sports car to drag some villain out of it."

"I only managed that because it was a winding road on a mountain ridge. I couldn't do it on a straight city road."

The fact that she thought that showed she was normal proved just how much of a monster she was. At any rate, she was someone I didn't want involved in the schedule mysteries that were fun for their logic.

Meanwhile, excited voices were still coming from the other table.

"Huh? You've only been ordering oolong tea, haven't you?"

"No, no. I'm fine. This has shochu in it."

"You don't have to say that. If you don't drink, just say so. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I won't force you to drink, so don't worry. Nya ha ha ha ha!!"

While the voices sometimes jumped up in volume and stabbed into my ears, I reached for the large plate of beans.

Munch, munch.

"Ahh, edamame is delicious. I think these have to rank at #1."

"No, that would be dadachamame. And do you insist on only eating vegetables!? What's this!? Is my sister actually a girl or something!?"

"Of course I am!! And what's with that fried beef!? Girls are supposed to think even chicken is too greasy!"

"Sorry, but it's looking like I have a big job coming up. Once it begins, I don't know when I'll next get any proper human food, so I want to fill my head with as many memories of civilization as I can."

"Oh, is that so? I've got a troublesome issue at hand too."

My sister winked while downing the clear liquid with 90%+ alcohol content as if it were cool water.

"Let's hope we don't run into each other."

"That's for sure. If two His.h.i.+gami women ended up involved in a single incident, it would feel like the end of the world. I'd imagine everything would get resolved, but no one involved would be around to tell the tale."

"I'll be right back. I need to go to the bathroom!" said someone from the other table.

"Oh? Guys don't use some kind of euphemism there?"

"Eh? Do you seriously say you're off to pick flowers? I thought that was an urban legend."

A young man in a business suit stood up from that table.

Due to the layout, he approached our table and so I spoke up.

"Detective, what are you doing here?"

The instant I did, the man in the cheap suit froze in place. That detective from Investigation Department 1 of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department slowly turned toward me like a doll needing to be oiled. He was Detective Uchimaku Hayabusa and he was single. An unpleasant sweat covered the expression of a man who had just made the worst mistake of his life.

And he suddenly tried to cry his way out of it.

"Noooooooooooo!! I'm not asking why you two are here! I'm just not!! Let's keep to ourselves here, okay? I really don't get a chance like this often!! Pleeeeeeeease!!"

"Detective, your friend Enbi-chan here has the kind heart of the Virgin Mary, so I won't count this as cheating on me. …But only if you kiss me right here and now."

"Enough nonsense! Just promise me!! A police detective has a harder time meeting women than a uniformed police officer! Even people who haven't done anything wrong shut me out because they say I look too scary! But this time is different. There's a flight attendant who kindly reached out to me!! This is the only paid vacation left, but she went out of her way to schedule this on my day off! If I miss this chance, it's all over! My days of youth will end and I'll be a lonely middle-aged man instead!! So please!!"

You're supposed to be a police detective, so what on earth are you talking about?

Of course, a normal love life was impossible for this man. Even on his day off, he wasn't drinking. It was probably his way of making sure he was ready if something did happen.

Also…

"Detective, it pains me to say it, but I don't have to do anything here. It's already too late."

"Don't be so ominous!! Mai, stop your sister's rampage here!!"

"(Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle.)"

"What's with that glitter in your eyes!? You want to destroy this group date and cause a commotion just for fun, don't you!? I won't let you! I won't! Defense!! Defense!!"

"Detective, look over here."

I diverted my future darling's eyes as he posed like a basketball player for no reason.

"Your cell phone is going to receive an emergency call soon. This fun love comedy part of the night will end without our interference. So let's go dive headfirst into the serious and b.l.o.o.d.y suspense part of the night☆"

"Please wait!! Let me recover my energy! I'll break otherwise. I really, really will!"

"Sure, sure. But the countdown has already begun. Three, two, one."

Zero.

At that moment, his cell phone produced a normal ring tone.

He brought it to his ear in annoyance and a grim male voice came out.

It was the chief of Department 1.

"You have a case, Uchimaku. You're back on duty, so get to the scene."

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Me no speak j.a.panese."

"I already know you're just about the biggest idiot out there, so you don't have to remind me. I'll send the details in an email."

The detective then reached for the gla.s.s on our table.

More specifically, he grabbed the gla.s.s my sister had been using and gulped down the clear liquid inside.

"Ah! My spirytus!"

"Gwaaaaaahhh!? You got an indirect kiss with hiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmm!?"

He completely ignored our shouts.

"Bh!? Spiry-gwah!?" he choked.

He was immediately left unsteady on his feet as he spoke into the cell phone.

"I can't, chief! I'm out drinking right now!! I'd love to make a das.h.i.+ng entry, but unfortunately, a police officer can't exactly drink and drive."

"Take a cab. And no, we won't reimburse you for the fare."

The call ended there and the detective remained motionless.

Completely motionless.

There was only one kind of case an off-duty police detective would be called to.

Plenty of incidents both large and small occurred in Tokyo on a daily basis, but it was not often they were sent straight to the metropolitan police and had off-duty detectives called in. This clearly had some kind of dangerous circ.u.mstances that brought it behind a normal incident.

I lent my shoulder to the detective who was about to collapse from something other than the alcohol and I spoke my thoughts as we waited for a taxi to pa.s.s by the nighttime street.

"In Odaiba, the idol group Tarot Girls 22 was having a live broadcast event as guests on an internet radio show, but a man burned himself to death. It may be called net radio, but they tend to have videos these days, so the footage of the human pillar of fire's death throes was sent all around the world."

"Why do you know all this?

"I said it was a live broadcast, didn't I? This isn't cla.s.sified police information. The broadcast station has apparently stopped transmitting the footage, but it's everywhere on the video sharing sites. Every message board I've looked at is filled with dangerously t.i.tled threads."

"Ugh…"

"But when I say this was net radio, I don't mean it was a studio rented out by amateurs. It's a division and subsidiary of j.a.pan's most well-known national broadcast station. The top levels of the station were afraid newspapers and TV wouldn't be necessary in five years' time, so they bought up a successful netventure to gain the knowhow. It was less a way of gaining actual profits and more preparations for dealing with the new age that would weed them out. Think of it like an investment to learn about the enemy."

The combination of a drunk man in a suit and a middle school girl must have been a problem because we didn't seem able to catch a taxi.

"The victim was a twenty-four year old man named Usuta Manabu. He was on the net radio's sound staff, but he was a freelancer with a bottom-level position. It isn't known if he left any kind of will behind. From what I've seen on the video sites, he dumped a plastic bottle of a flammable liquid over his head and set himself ablaze with a lighter. It might have been an organic solvent for paints that isn't as flashy as gasoline. Art staff could easily bring some into even a heavily-guarded TV station, so there would probably have been some lying around for Usuta to grab."

"That's…hic…sad to hear. He probably regretted his decision as soon as he lit it."

"Probably. The weak flames from a solvent take a while to kill you. Then again, there wasn't much hope of saving him once he was entirely engulfed in the flames. If he was going to go that far, he should have prepared some gasoline and died a less painful death. That might have killed him instantly and wouldn't have lasted longer than a few minutes."

Incidentally, the detective's Investigation Department 1 had a section dedicated to fires. It was a bit of a stretch to say a suicide qualified, but the special circ.u.mstances of this case kept anyone from immediately labelling it a "mere suicide".

The spread of the flames to the broadcast station's equipment and the interrupted live broadcast would likely be treated as more important than the man's death.

In the worst case, it could be registered as arson against the station rather than suicide.

If that happened, Usuta Manabu would be treated as a perpetrator rather than a victim. Of course, it was a lot the same when a train hit someone. The focus was always more on the delayed schedule and cost of the damage than on the person killed.

It was said that the law prioritized public welfare over the circ.u.mstances of individuals, but it was important to remember that was harsher than it sounded.

"Then what are saying?" asked the detective with a suspicious look in his eyes. "Some grotesque footage that violates the broadcast code might bring social unrest, so the well-known Department 1 has to send all its forces out to quickly fix it? Hic."

"Well, it was a net broadcast, so the codes don't really apply and I'm not sure if the Broadcast Something-Or-Other Committee will do anything about the scandal. Then again, this was related to a subsidiary of a national broadcast station, so who knows."

We finally caught a taxi.

I stuffed the detective into the back seat and then sat next to him.

The middle-aged female driver looked displeased when I told her we needed to get to the broadcast station in Odaiba.

"What's this? Are you trying to get a peek at tonight's hottest murder scene? Sorry, but I can't let you do that. If you're just interested in what doesn't concern you, I'll refuse to drive you."

"He's a detective from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and I'm a freelancer, so we need to get there ASAP to solve the case."

"What's this!? You mean the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department? And what do mean by a freelancer!? Sh-should I be getting your autographs or something!?"

G.o.d, how annoying!! You're the one that's too interested in what doesn't concern you!!

The detective who reeked of alcohol was of little use.

"Hic. Anyway…can you get going?"

"Sure, sure. This is when you ask me to follow that car, right!? I'm on it!!"

The woman seemed to be on a high because she drove us quite recklessly from the s.h.i.+nbas.h.i.+ drinking district to Odaiba.

"Hic. By the way, driver."

"What is it!? Ask me anything! Do you want to know about any suspicious pa.s.sengers I've had!?"

"You called it a murder scene just now, didn't you? What do you mean?"

"That's what everyone's saying. They say there's no way it was just a suicide."

Yes, yes.

Let Enbi-chan handle that one.

"The social unrest you mentioned before might not be too far off. This is going to be more than just dealing with a suicide."

"What?"

"Every message board out there has a flood of posts coming in, but there's clear malice mixed in at a pretty good frequency. A lot of people are saying there was nothing wrong with the sound staff member and his suicide was caused by something else."

"Something else? You mean like someone a.s.sisted or instigated the suicide?"

"I told you the guest was Tarot Girls 22, remember? They're the most popular national idol group right now and it seems the blame is spreading to them. People are saying they're cursed or that a woman's cries are mixed in with their latest song."

"Hee hee hee☆ The mystery voice on the CD, huh?" added the driver.

"Well, it's a common urban legend."

The TV industry had a way of gathering occult stories. Some would say everyone related to the production of a certain advertis.e.m.e.nt was meeting bizarre deaths one after another, some would say they caught a glimpse of a corpse floating in the pond behind the reporter in the instant they switched to the outside camera on the weather forecast, and some would say a p.o.r.n video was playing after the station's broadcast time had ended.

One genre of those was the mystery voice on a CD. Those rumors usually said a female screaming or crying was recorded along with the artist's voice. There were a few famous songs with that rumor.

"So instead of Tarot Girls 22 being caught up in the sound staff member's suicide, those people think the sound staff member was killed due to the problems surrounding Tarot Girls 22."

"Do you think that's possible?"

"It's hard to say."

If this was a fictional mystery novel, I would have laughed and said it was obviously some kind of clever trick made to look like the curse had done it, but unfortunately, this world was filled with irregular beings known as Youkai.

Not that this was any time to give a proud snort and say something as obvious as "truth is stranger than fiction".

"Was it a suicide or something more? Was it done entirely by human hands or was an elusive Youkai involved? And if a Youkai was involved, was it an intentional act of the Youkai's or was a human using its power via a Package? We have no choice but to investigate every possibility."

However, I could only glean so much information from the excited message boards and video sharing sites. Without heading to the scene of the crime and investigating myself, I couldn't even plan what to do next.

The taxi crossed a brightly lit bridge.

"Would it really be that hard to just seal off this bridge?"

"Try learning a thing or two about economics."

"I bet I could get it immediately sealed off by attaching a kitchen timer to a cylindrical container, duct-taping it to the bottom of the bridge, and calling the police."

"Hic. Do that and you're on your own."

Once we had crossed the bridge, we were on obviously reclaimed land.

There was a large-scale park and shopping mall, but it still looked like a kingdom ruled by a ridiculously huge national TV station. From one end of the rectangular area of reclaimed land to the other, it all looked like an unreal TV set.

I was pretty sure the area had lately had an Edo-style revival campaign. They had tried to raise the water quality of Tokyo Bay to properly bring back the old Edo-style sus.h.i.+ or something like that.

The word "ecological" tended to make people think of being less wasteful, but the introduction of new facilities for the environment had placed industrial complexes all along the bay's coast. Madoka had likely been delighted with all the money and rights being traded around.

The woman driver then asked a question.

"Where should I stop? Will the shopping mall's parking lot work?"

"We've got an actual police officer with us, so there's no need to hold back. Pull right up to the front of the TV station like a VIP's limo."

"Heh heh. I've always wanted to do that."

I don't know where she learned how to do it, but the tires screeched as she brought the taxi around the front entrance circle.

Despite how late it was, the area was filled with people.

Irritated security guards were keeping normal people from entering, but they could not keep the media away. And a close glance showed one young man carrying a camera with the TV station's own logo. I guessed they had been unable to stop the flood of people after the following scenario played out: Their own reporters made their way in → Why does that station get in and no one else? → This isn't fair! It's a violation of the freedom of the press!!

The showy arrival of the taxi was met by the bright stroboscopic flas.h.i.+ng of the SLR cameras.

They took picture after picture hoping it was a famous celebrity, a station VIP, someone related to the incident, or just anyone they could sell to a sports newspaper later.

But it turned out to be none of those.

Okay!! It's time for the arrival of the (future) most lovey-dovey couple in the world!!

As for Police Sergeant Uchimaku's reaction upon getting out of the back seat…

"Yay!! Are you getting some good shots? h.e.l.lo, everyone! Or should I say good evening? Department 1 is on the scene!! Ugh. Oh, no. Here it comes… Oehhhhhhhhh!?"

Oh, dear.

I hope this shocking footage isn't released so soon after the suicide by burning.

Tarot Girls 22 was the most popular idol group in j.a.pan.

As their name suggested, their primary group was made up of 22 girls from the Fool to the Universe. They also had a second group of 56 girls that had 14 each of Wands, Cups, Swords, and Coins.

They could be seen as the first of the fusion of beautiful girls and occult mysteries that were common in idols these days. Some people had gained an odd popularity through fortune telling and spiritualism and this was the result of the already-popular idol industry taking that in for themselves.

The most distinguis.h.i.+ng feature of Tarot Girls 22 was how they were divided between the Major Arcana group and the Minor Arcana group, but the members were always split up and rearranged for a new song release or a national tour.

Each member represented a tarot card and the optimal card arrangement for the day's work determined the partic.i.p.ating unit, so which group they were in made little difference. The way the idols were used without taking into account their individual popularity or sales helped increase their "credibility" from a spiritual standpoint.

The ch.o.r.eography of their dancing and their positions on stage during concerts all had tarot meanings included, so after any event, enthusiastic fans known as Arcana Readers would give their personal interpretations on video sites or message boards. Of course, sometimes intense "religious disputes" would break out.

"Well?"

We entered the TV station and the detective seemed to be feeling better after vomiting a spectacular amount, so he asked me a question.

"Hic. How did some suspicious mystery freak get into a heavily guarded national TV station that's been designated a possible terrorist target?"

"Try actually reading the doc.u.ments. I'm from Bug Breakers! Some young help was called in as an emergency worker to search for bugs set up in the station☆"

"You're setting up your own bugs while pretending to look for them, aren't you? Ugh…. And then you 'find' them so they trust you."

"Bugs aren't illegal if you just carry them around with you. I'm never even switching them on."

In truth, I had to begin by using cold reading to make them believe their most important information was being leaked out, so it could be a lot of trouble.

The detective looked annoyed and doubt gradually appeared on his face.

"Wait a sec. Ugh. When did you begin preparing for this? It couldn't have been after the suicide. Hic."

"And that means this began before that."

"Before that?"

"A part of it did anyway. Want to hear about it?"

I attached earphones to my smartphone and put one half in his ear.

Eh heh heh. I've always wanted to share a set of earphones like this!

"Ugh. What is this?"

"Tarot Girls 22's latest song. It's t.i.tled Summer Vacation, Again and Again. Shh. Listen carefully at 1:55."

At that moment, he clearly frowned.

It sounded like silk being torn.

No, it sounded like a young woman had someone grab her by the legs and tear her entire body in two. That was how ghastly the scream mixed in with the song was.

"Let me ask again. Hic. What is this?"

"Who can say? The rumor online is that Tarot Girls 22 angered something best left undisturbed by using spiritualism for their business. For a while, strange phenomena have been occurring around them and this is just one of them."

"Are you serious?"

"If a single person's grudge would do things as obvious as this like on an insane spiritual TV special, no one would need people like us. Things are different with a collection of grudges that takes form as a Youkai, though."

As we whispered to each other, a young female staff member walked over to us. Her name was Akas.h.i.+ Mitsu. Her job t.i.tle was a.s.sistant director, but she was actually just a part time worker and it seemed she would be showing us around.

"You are from the police, aren't you? The scene is this way. Oh, Enbi-chan. What are you doing here?"

"Bug Breakers needs to do our thing before the inspection can begin☆ If the murderer set up a device before leaving, they can listen in on what the police are saying. And if they know what the initial investigation turned up, they can come up with a countermeasure."

Akas.h.i.+ Mitsu-chan's face grew obviously pale at my made-up excuse. She rudely bit at her thumbnail and quickly showed us down the hallway as if something was bothering her.

"(Hey, mystery freak. Hic. Are you kidding me here?)"

"(About what?)"

"(That AD didn't even question it when you mentioned a murderer. Hic. I thought this was supposed to be a suicide.)"

"(Then do your best to catch up to me☆)"

Whether as an anti-terrorism measure or a way of keeping stalkers out, we did not head down a straight hallway and take a single elevator. The hallways took turn after turn and we repeatedly switched between elevators before finally reaching our destination.

We pa.s.sed by people famous from TV a few times, but the detective wasn't familiar enough with them to get excited. Or perhaps he was just that much of a professional despite being drunk. Either way, it was cute.

"Oh, Enbi-san."

A girl leaving a kitchenette spoke to me and the detective actually stopped this time.

The fourteen-year-old girl was the member of Tarot Girls 22 corresponding to the Empress of the Major Arcana. Her body was quite well-developed for her age, but there was a heavy look across her entire face. It was as if she walked around with a label saying "At school, I'm the inconspicuous library committee member."

Her name was Anemura Kaede.

As far as the mysterious suicide case was concerned, she was not all that important.

However, I was a bit interested in the fact that she had left the kitchenette alone.

"Where's your usual manager?"

"You mean Itano-san?"

Just as she finished asking that, a woman in a suit poked her head out from the stairwell.

She was the Itano Ryou we were just discussing. She looked to be in her late twenties and she had a nice enough body and a beautiful enough face to make some money if she changed into a swimsuit, but she was far too unsociable for that.

Currently, she spoke quietly.

"Is there a refrigerator in the kitchenette? If not, we'll have to head out to buy ice."

"Oh, there is one. Are the other girls really doing that badly?"

"Two or three of them are still in complete shock after seeing that corpse. Although that may be better than the ones that are getting far too excited about it all."

Hm.

Would that be the military-obsessed Chariot or the brown-skinned Sun?

It seemed some people had made inappropriate threads using the frightening footage of the suicide to vote which idol had the best reaction. When seeing a man burn himself to death, it seemed some people lost their cool and others kept up the mask of an idol. The question was which was more unnatural.

Meanwhile, Kaede-chan the Empress crossed her arms restlessly and asked a question. The shy girl may not have realized it, but the pose pushed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s up with her arms.

"Um… How long do I have to stay here?"

"Oh, can you not relax at the scene of a suicide? There's a futon in the dressing room, but you could probably relax more back at home."

"Um, there is that, but it's been several hours since it happened. Just staying in the station this late makes it hard to relax."

Akas.h.i.+-chan the AD opened her cell phone and let out a scream.

"Oh, c.r.a.p! It's this late!? I think I'm violating the Labor Standards Act!!"

"Come to think of it, should you be working this late, Enbi-san?"

"This doesn't fall under the category of 'labor'. If you're a volunteer, you can slip through all sorts of loopholes. Help me out, detective."

As I spoke, I pointed to the detective's chest with my thumb.

The lovely young man in a suit responded halfheartedly to my demand for an explanation.

"Eh? If the police are keeping you here to help, hic, you won't be punished even if you stay too long. Um… How far did I get? If you aren't being paid, it doesn't violate the Labor Standards Act. Hic."

But something else surprised Kaede-chan the Empress.

"Eh? Um… He's a police detective? But he looks like he's drunk."

"Yeah… If you've got a problem with it, I can always leave. In fact, I'd much rather leave. This was supposed to be my day off! Hic!!"

"You still haven't gotten over that horrible group date? It clearly wasn't going anywhere."

"Hic hic!!"

"Um… Why is he crying?"

Either because this completely went against their image of a police officer or because a middle school girl like me was being so friendly with him, the AD and the Empress looked utterly shocked.

"I or one of the other officers should explain the situation to you later. Hic. If there're no problems, please remain in the building. Ugh, I feel sick."

"Oh, yes. Please make it quick if you can. I don't want to miss school tomorrow too."

Manager Itano Ryou glared at Kaede-chan the Empress before speaking.

"Anemura-san, as I said before, stay away from the dressing room for the moment. As the single calm girl, the panicked girls could easily snap at you."

We left that show business pair and once more started toward the scene of the incident.

Just hearing the term internet radio made one think of a small recording studio and mixer room separated by soundproof gla.s.s, but this had been a live broadcast event with an audience. They seemed to have rented out an entire event studio used for song shows on television.

Having someone burn themselves to death during such a major performance had likely been a complete disaster for the producers.

The entire stage was sealed off with yellow tape, but the audience seating was not. What appeared to be a forensics team was already taking photos and checking for fingerprints and footprints with chemicals. I was apparently not the only one trying to get a look at it all because a girl with slender pants under her miniskirt tried to get some photos, had her cell phone confiscated by a uniformed police officer, and was now jumping up and down as he held it just out of her reach.

Isn't that Eternity of the Major Arcana?

As I approached the scorched-smelling stage, I called out to the detective.

"The victim, Usuta Manabu, was a member of the sound staff."

"You already told me that in the taxi. Hic."

A blackened ma.s.s sat near the right wing of the stage. Right from the perspective of the audience, that is. It was curled up in the fetal position and was the Usuta Manabu I had mentioned. In life, he had been a chubby young man and the vestiges of that of that could still be seen in his corpse. Of course, that was nothing more than the yellow and half-cooked fat sticking out from his blackened skin.

The floor was burnt black for about three meters around the corpse.

"What do you think?"

"Hm? From the state of the body, the flames must not have been all that strong. A sprinkler probably could have put them out. Hic. The stage floor was waxed until it s.h.i.+ned. That's why the flames spread there."

The detective went ahead and lifted up the yellow tape and stepped onto the stage.

I, on the other hand, sat in a front-row seat like an audience member.

"There was no room for any kind of trick in this case. The live worldwide broadcast proves that. He suddenly interrupted the event by running out from the right wing of the stage, dumped a plastic bottle full of liquid over his head, and ignited it with a cheap lighter."

"We still can't say that for sure. Burp. The flammable substance could have been dumped on him backstage and he ran out onto the stage to escape. Maybe the bottle only contained water."

"That doesn't explain the lighter."

"It could've been a prank. Hic. He could have been pretending to kill himself to surprise everyone, but it ended up actually setting him alight. Hic. It's possible the man didn't know the bottle contained a flammable substance."

"If that's the case, we won't find anything investigating the scene."

I tried crossing my legs in the seat, but the detective refused to be seduced.

"But it might not a bad idea to look into."

"Usuta Manabu had borrowed money from several different consumer moneylenders. In other words, he had a lot of debt."

"You mean he had a motive for suicide? Hic. What about it?"

"There was suspicion surrounding him before this. People said he gathered and sold information on scandals concerning the station's performers to pay back his ridiculous amount of debt."

"And what does that have to do with the suicide?"

"This has created a scandal for the national idol group Tarot Girls 22."

He seemed to reflexively turn toward me in the audience seating.

"Do you really mean that?"

"There were a few signs."

With my legs still crossed, I shrugged my shoulders like a foreigner.

"For example, the voice on the CD mentioned in the taxi. Usuta Manabu was a freelance member of the sound staff, so he could have snuck the scream into the song and spread the rumor online. But it didn't work. No matter how many times he scattered the sparks, the flames wouldn't spread. And as his situation grew worse and worse, he finally-…"

"That doesn't add up. Hic. If he was setting up the scandal to save himself, why would he kill himself to create the scandal? Hic. That doesn't make sense."

"Ih oh ai ah. Ih ih ee oh-ee ay oo ay ee."

"What?"

"People have read his lips just before his world broadcast suicide scene. He was shouting something, but his voice couldn't be heard. What I just said were the vowel sounds read from his lip movements, but if you run through all possible patterns with a program to find a text that actually means something in j.a.panese, you get…"

I had gone to some effort to get this info, so I made sure to put on a bit of a show.

"It's not my fault. This is the only way to save me."

"Was he afraid of something? But…"

"It doesn't feel like a suicide anymore, does it? Maybe he was trying to burn the Tarot Girls 22 to death but his hand slipped and he covered himself in flames instead."

"But this isn't connecting back to a scandal for them anymore."

"Oh, isn't it? There are rumors about strange phenomena occurring around those idols. Like the voice on the CD. A lot of people online are calling Usuta Manabu a victim. They're saying someone who wants to eliminate the Tarot Girls 22 possessed him in order to attack them. In that case, it's like a forged email and he's a victim being treated like the perpetrator."

"Hic. It's certainly a possibility, and it certainly seems like a popular theory at the moment."

"Regardless, it's almost certain that Usuta said 'this is the only way to save me'. Whether suicide or attempted murder, it was brought on by extreme fear. …And that makes me interested in what that fear was."

"If he had a lot of debt from consumer moneylenders, burp, I would a.s.sume shady thugs."

"Perhaps, but there are some interesting rumors about Tarot Girls 22. To give credibility as a fusion of idols and spiritualism, they've filmed PVs in a few spiritual locations. The rumor is that the strange phenomena are following them because they angered some kind of dangerous Youkai."

"Youkai? What kind?"

"A relatively new and deadly one that was first confirmed during the Meiji era. It dresses as a farmer, appears in villages of the Tohoku region, and kills children. Even though no one ever sees it abduct the children, rumors later appear that it was seen in different places a day or two before. It's a type of pure fear that causes that sort of ma.s.s hysteria."

"Just get to the answer."

"It's called the Aburatori. Have you ever heard of it, detective?"

"Is Tarot Girls 22 really cursed?"

"They were filming PVs at spiritual locations to help sell their spiritual image. They were treading on famous suicide spots in swimsuits."

"It's called the Aburatori, right? I hear they couldn't finish their pinup photo shoots because a strange blurry shadow appeared in the frame."

"Oh, you mean the one that appeared to say hi from between Nabiki-chan the Hermit's b.r.e.a.s.t.s of all places?"

"And now someone's actually died because of it. But I'm sure they'll keep doing it because they want those sales numbers. Is the stuff in convenience stores not enough for purification salt? Is there some special way to make that?"

After listening to that much, I shut down the audio app on my smart phone.

Those were the conversations I had recorded while sitting in the café at the shopping mall attached to the TV station. Day or night, the people of the station always needed caffeine, so you had a good chance of finding conversations of those involved at a nearby café.

"But there's nothing useful in there."

The involvement of a Youkai called an Aburatori could also be found in the many comments on internet message boards.

I heard a sparrow chirping outside the window.

Is it morning already?

Light gradually filled the room that contained nothing but case files. It had no refrigerator, no microwave, and no sink. Then again, the first floor of the building contained a convenience store and a 24-hour leisure spa was only a 100 meter walk away.

I had yet to find a real clue on the case and I wouldn't be able to focus on my cla.s.ses if I went to school like this.

I decided to skip school and focus on the case.

And that meant there was a possibility of running into the detective again. I hadn't slept at all, but I needed to carefully groom myself.

Just to be clear, girls didn't take such long baths because they soaked until they were boiled red.

In order to visit the leisure spa, I grabbed my usual bath set and also operated my smartphone.

I had to tell at least one cla.s.smate I was skipping.

But thirty seconds after that email, the phone rang.

"Hey, Tomoe. You clearly don't know how to use a cell phone if you're replying to an email with a phone call."

"That's because you sent me such a weird email. You're skipping again? What are you up to?"

I wanted to tell her it was a problem as big as the incident she had been a part of, but I swallowed the words. I could be so kind.

"Oh, right. Despite how you look, you're into the popular groups like Tarot Girls 22, right? Do you know anything fun about that?"

"What do you mean despite how I look? And the internet's having a field day with that suicide. They're all saying 'it was like this before', 'it's always been like this', or 'I knew this was happening from the beginning' even though they only thought this stuff up five seconds ago."

"Yeah. No one knows what's accurate anymore."

"And the Tarot Girls 22 aren't all that bad. You never hear about them getting caught smoking or with boyfriends. But the internet is ganging up on them and saying that's actually creepy."

Heh.

That's the thing, Tomoe. Just like there's no such thing as a pure evil villain, doesn't a completely pure idol seem kind of suspicious?

With 78 of them in all, there are going to be fights and I'm sure at least one of them would get into some kind of trouble. And yet there have been exactly zero incidents.

"I wonder if Mio likes that kind of thing," continued Tomoe. "She looks quiet and she's good at dancing."

"What's Tsumada Mio doing now?"

"She's going to school like normal. I don't know if it's an aftereffect, but it seems people sometimes forget she exists. Still, she says she's generally getting along well."

After finis.h.i.+ng the conversation, I hung up.

Now, then.

I had two things to look into: Tarot Girls 22 and the loan sharks that the suicide victim named Usuta Manabu had borrowed money from.

It was only a trivial connection, but due to the previous conversation, I decided to start with Tarot Girls 22.

"h.e.l.lo, this is His.h.i.+gami Enbi-chan of Bug Busters. Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary since last time? Maybe a bit of static in a cell phone call or momentary dip in quality on your TV?"

While stirring up fear by mentioning natural phenomena that occurred at least once a day in any home, I slipped past the muscular guard and into the staff entrance. They must have been interested in tech or the underworld because the ponytailed High Priestess and the gothic lolita Death watched me with a glitter in their eyes.

I was not in Odaiba's Hachi TV.

This was a giant company building in the coastal area of s.h.i.+nbas.h.i.+. The entire twenty-story building was owned by Tarot Girls 22, so it was quite a spectacle.

The many elevators were completely divided between two systems. One system only travelled between floors one to ten and the other only travelled between floors eleven to twenty. The lower floors contained a gym, an editing room, a photo studio, and other facilities for external staff while the upper floors contained the legal and management offices for internal staff.

"Oh, Enbi-san."

As I tried to decide where to investigate first, Anemura Kaede-chan the Empress poked her head out from around a corner.

She must have been in the middle of some sort of practice because she wore a tank top and short pants that left her midriff completely exposed. To make them easier to move in, they were made of a material that stretched easily, but that made it look like she was wearing sports underwear.

"What are you doing here today?"

"Making a quick check for bugs. If I don't make unscheduled visits at random intervals, someone could remove the bugs on the inspection day and escape detection."

You probably already know this, but the whole bugs thing was a bluff meant to get me close to the people involved in the case. This had nothing to do with the case, so don't get confused.

Kaede-chan the Empress walked down the hallway with me and we pa.s.sed by two girls holding a lid on a cup of noodles. The slender one in a black pantsuit and a monocle was the Magician and I was fairly certain the one who was secretly suspected to be a trap was the Magic. I was surprised to find even idols ate cup noodles.

"They're probably on their way to be filmed for a behind-the-scenes video."

Kaede-chan was incredibly blunt.

Both the lower floors and upper floors were worth investigating, but I decided to go with the lower floors since Kaede-chan was being talkative. I spoke up while walking alongside her.

"That's quite the outfit there."

"Eh? Oh. The ch.o.r.eography person said it was easier to see the charm of our own dancing if we can see the movements of our muscles in the mirror."

We were on our way to the dance floor on the fifth floor.

However, this was not some outdated club. It really was a place to practice dancing. It had an empty flat floor with two adjacent walls covered with giant mirrors. Ten or more of the Tarot Girls 22 would dance at a time, so they needed a large s.p.a.ce to practice.

I had investigated the place a few times already, but I hadn't found anything strange.

Needless to say, there were no bugs or hidden cameras anywhere.

"We're on a break right now, so it would probably be best if you finished your check before practice starts up again."

"Probably."

Three other girls were gathered at one end of the room in the same outfit as Kaede-chan. They were bickering and playing a handheld game system…no, a smartphone app. I could hear quite a few clicked tongues from where I was, so they seemed very irritated.

Destiny with her twirling ringlet curls was in the center with Desire, the older sister type, and the Star, the hesitant small creature type, gathered around her.

"Everyone gets antsy before a concert, so try not to provoke them."

There were posters here and there on the walls for something called the Autumn Happy Self Festival.

Wow. Not only is it sponsored by Hachi TV and His.h.i.+gami Auto, it lists Madoka's name too. How much does she sponsor under her own name?

"Where's that being held? You're using a new place I a.s.sume."

"Y-yes. It's at the Toyosu Outdoor Concert Hall. I think they said something about it being recently built for the…Edo-style revival, was it?"

"This says the concerts begin the day after tomorrow."

"It's not as bad as a national tour, but we have performances morning, noon, and night for three days straight. That's nine in all, so we'll collapse if we don't gather strength like a bear before hibernation."

"Sounds tough. Anyway, I'll make a quick check for bugs."

Hm.

Nothing, just like before.

But that means it's time to see if anything has changed after that suicide.

As I thought that, my smartphone rang.

Oh, how unusual. It's my beloved darling, Detective Uchimaku Hayabusa.

"What is it, detective?"

"You usually pop up when I'm investigating, so I'm surprised you're not here."

"Heh heh heh. Can you not calm down without me there?"

"It scares me when someone as creepy as you does something out of the ordinary."

Hee hee. He's so shy.

He is being shy, right?

"I'm in Usuta Manabu's apartment and this place is horrible. The rooms on either side are empty. The debt collectors must have been really violent because his front door is so dented that it took me a second to figure out how to open it."

"And?"

"I've found a few pieces of evidence pointing to his strange actions. The walls of the room are crammed full of tiny writing, he has an undecipherable journal, and there's blood in the bathroom drain. The blood is his, so he may have slit his wrist."

"But they're all too obvious. They're like hints for children."

"I thought it was an act at first too. He was using his ability to enter the station to search out scandals, right? I thought he was setting things up so he could go for an insanity plea if he was caught. …But that isn't what this is. It may have started that way, but it's gone beyond an act. It looks like he wasn't able to stop his own actions."

"Still," I said with an exasperated sigh. "Even from outside, there were signs of debt collectors kicking at his door, right? Why didn't he call the police? The level of interest had to be illegal. Even if the amount he borrowed remained, he maybe could have eliminated the interest that kept piling up."

"That's the thing. I had an expert in profiling look at the insane interior of his apartment, and…"

"I have to ask. This wasn't a beautiful investigator with a nice body, was it? Take my jealously lightly and you'll regret it later."

"I'm going to ignore that nonsense. Anyway, according to that expert, Usuta Manabu was apparently driven into a state of mind where he couldn't tell anyone else about the disastrous state of his life even if he wanted to. It's what you call psychological abuse."

"It's the same thing that keeps children or the elderly from leaving the house when they're being abused. They're not handcuffed or anything, but they can't move. No matter how horribly they're treated, they can't fight back. Even if they're deprived of food and grow weak, they just accept it without even crying out. Usuta Manabu was in that state, so he felt cornered and unable to consult anyone about it."

"Wait a second."

I slowly crouched down while holding the phone to my ear.

I looked like I was peering under an invisible bed and Anemura Kaede-chan watched me in confusion.

"Detective, you said that term refers to a state where you can't leave a building despite not being chained there?"

"Yes."

"What were you picturing when you thought about it? The Hungry Ghost Case where a woman starved to death while locked in a room filled with food she had been convinced was poisoned? Or the Avici Case where a man destroyed his own body trying to tunnel through a concrete wall by hand because he had been convinced the door would not open and that was his only choice?"

"I'd rather not remember those."

"The representative example of psychological abuse is being unable to leave a building, but on a smaller scale, it could limit the target to a room or a bathtub, right? Criminals have enjoyed robbing the victim of their freedom like that in past cases."

"What about it?"

"I found something like that here."

According to my cla.s.smate Tomoe, Tarot Girls 22 had such perfect behavior that they were never caught smoking or with a boyfriend.

But there were 22 of the Major Arcana and 56 of the Minor Arcana. This was a large group of 78 girls in all which was two school cla.s.ses' worth. It was only natural for some kind of fight or trouble to crop up. If there was none of that whatsoever, there had to be some kind of restraint.

And I had found a trace of it.

It had not been there before. After that suicide, the number of traces had increased as if to tighten control over the organization.

In this case, it was a sticky residue as if some kind of tape had been laid out along the floor.

It was shaped like an L and it was placed in four spots.

If the four Ls were thought of as the corners of a shape, it created a square with two meter sides.

It was a lot like a non-existent cage.

It was as if someone was reminding someone else of a fear or reapplying an invisible lock. It was as if they were attempting to bind the idols in a square s.p.a.ce with no chains or locks.

"This is pretty similar."

"This cage might be based on a past case. This reminds me of equipment used to artificially set up that psychological abuse to test it out."

Detective Uchimaku Hayabusa had the fatal flaw of no cooking skills whatsoever despite living on his own. When he thought of a dinner, it was a pack of white rice heated in the microwave, pre-packaged salad or vegetables that were on sale, and miso soup that only needed hot water added.

So…

"Wait, wait, wait. Have we finally reached the age where mackerel tartare is on convenience store shelves? Now that I've seen this, I'll be stuck with chazuke and sake tonight!!"

"Detective."

"What's this? Has the world started automatically throwing you in to cancel out anything good I happen to find? You haven't attached a GPS tracker to me, have you?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. For someone who lives in Tokyo, you don't know how to have fun. You stop by the same places every day, so it's super easy to find you without an appointment."

Another voice then cut in.

"Um, excuse me…"

"Hyah!?"

"Hyah!?"

Both of them jumped away and turned around to find a girl shrinking down as much as possible. Her clothes were plain, but she was Anemura Kaede the Empress of the Major Arcana.

"A-Anemura-san? Why are you here? This exhibitionist wasn't dragging you around, was she?"

"Who do you think I'm wearing these kinds of clothes for!? If you've noticed, then fall for me already!!"

"If you realize those clothes are revealing, then please stop!!"

"N-no. I just happen to live near here."

After flinching back from the detective and mystery freak who moved further and further off topic, Anemura Kaede hesitantly opened her mouth.

His.h.i.+gami Enbi blinked a few times.

"Anyway, I'm surprised to see an idol from the biggest group out there uses a convenience store. And all alone too. You don't have a manager with you?"

"Ah ha ha. There are 78 of us, so there are ten of us to each manager. And they don't stick with us while at school or anything."

The idol poked at a pack of vegetable juice on the shelf.

"And they told us to a.s.sertively buy these cheap products."

"You haven't heard, Enbi-chan? The internet is full of veg-idol flaming right now."

"Oh, that."

Vegetable idol - or veg-idol for short - was a term for idols who advertised Intellectual Village tomatoes or pears by taking a big bite out of them with a smile.

Someone with too much time on their hands had calculated it out and posted the following on a message board: "Eh? We can never afford those high-quality vegetables, but how many of them do those idols eat in a year if you count unused takes? They eat them for free and get paid on top of that." That had done severe damage to the image of some idols.

"But isn't it dangerous?" asked Uchimaku while sounding legitimately curious. "Wouldn't people surround you and cause a huge panic if someone recognized you? Of course, it's the job of the police to deal with that kind of thing if it happens."

"Surprisingly, that doesn't happen. The Anemura Kaede everyone knows is covered in makeup, under a bright spotlight, and put together with camerawork where each and every instant has been calculated out. What makes everyone think I'm so special is only the product of what all the adults do."

"I see. But I think you're pretty enough how you are right now."

"Eh? Ah?"

Anemura Kaede looked completely taken aback by that unexpected response.

And for some reason, His.h.i.+gami Enbi began secretly jabbing her knee into the back of Uchimaku Hayabusa's hipbone, but the Empress did not notice.

The girl grabbed some vegetable juice and yogurt and gave a bit of a lonely smile.

"Also, the car my driver takes me around in is convenient and safe, but it's a little restrictive to only use that. When I ride my bicycle or take the train, I can blend into the background noise and forget all about the adults' system or the monster of numbers."

"I was the one that chose to do this and to come this far, so I shouldn't say its restricting me, should I?"

That evening, the detective and I made our way to Hachi TV in Odaiba.

"Detective, why are we gathering here?"

"To review the technical term 'psychological abuse'. Then again, I don't remember asking you to come with me."

As we wandered around outside the TV station's entrance, the thick gla.s.s door with a man guarding it opened and a woman in her mid-twenties wearing a short dress and jeans walked out.

When she saw the detective, she gave a childlike smile and waved at him. I spotted the glittering of a ring on her left ring finger.

"Hey there, Hayabusa-kun. I haven't seen you since you had me check on Usuta Manabu's apartment today."

"I will admit the police weren't sealing it off very well because this is being treated as a suicide, but there's still something wrong with walking in so boldly right in front of a police detective! Are you a thief as well as a journalist!?"

"You can't find the truth if you're afraid of taking risks. Anyway, who's that girl?"

"Hi! Hachi TV has hired Bug☆Bust-…"

"That's a lie, isn't it? But if the higher ups believe you, I can't just fire you. Are you the mystery freak Hayabusa-kun mentioned?"

She cut me off and moved on!?

The word "enemy" flashed in the back of my mind, but neither the detective nor the TV station woman seemed to care.

"Don't worry about her. Now, will you help out your old undercla.s.sman and show me that material you mentioned earlier, Atou-san?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hayabusa-kun, we may no longer be uppercla.s.sman and undercla.s.sman, but feel free to call me Minori-chan."

"In other words, you want me to call you an idiot?"

Atou Minori, hm?

Based on the company ID hanging from her neck, she was an a.s.sistant producer in charge of the high-level doc.u.mentaries often seen on commercial satellite broadcasts. It was basically a summer project that adults spent tons of money on while pretending it was all perfectly serious. They generally played things pretty safe, but they would sometimes make waves when they went all out and took an overseas trip to a country no one had ever heard of.

A lot of people wondered what exactly a producer did and what the difference between an a.s.sistant director and a.s.sistant producer was, but they were usually a misleading t.i.tle for someone who took care of odd jobs.

Then again, it would be pretty suspicious if she was a full blown producer at her age.

She guided us into Hachi TV.

We were on the way to the video editing section where even the entertainers from the same station never went. Balled up cables and obsolete hard disks filled the rooms and even overflowed into the hallway. It was such a chaotic scene it felt like it had a sign warning anyone who entered to prepare themselves not to take a bath for three days.

"Wait! What are we going to do about this!?"

"Shut up! Those d.a.m.n critics are completely ignoring what led up to that! Shut it all off!! Do those morons know how much a single ad costs during Golden Week!?"

"Chief, his b.a.l.l.s! His b.a.l.l.s are in plain view on this video!"

"He let his guard down because he thought we'd cover it all up, didn't he? Leave in a quick glimpse so I can see the look on that d.a.m.n comedian's face! This is how you create television history!!"

A deluge of terrible angry shouting came from all of the rooms.

Even an elegantly swimming swan was frantically moving its feet below the water.

"That sounds exciting," I commented.

"Well, it is mid-September. We need to finish up some of the new shows for fall. This is actually quite peaceful compared to when we do the 48-hour TV. We may be competing with the ones that created the concept, but I do have to question why that variety program gets longer every year. I want to tell them that isn't how to improve it."

Atou Minori called out to a female a.s.sistant director walking down the hall.

"Hey, Mitsu-chan. Did you dig up that tape?"

"Y-yes. You mean this, right? But why do you need something from the cursed storeroom?"

"I have my reasons. This is why we don't destroy all those tapes."

"Don't blame me for whatever happens."

While a.s.sistant Director Akas.h.i.+ Mitsu-chan bit her thumbnail like a child and walked off, the detective tilted his head.

"The cursed storeroom?"

"That's what we call the room where we keep all the problem tapes that have been locked away for some reason or other. Honestly, we're just making doc.u.mentaries, but if you touch on the wrong genre, you're not allowed to air it. It feels just like being the one person kept out of a group photo."

In other words, it was a storeroom filled with the station's history of losses.

Atou Minori opened a nearby door and led us into a dimly-lit room filled with monitors and editing equipment.

"The digital tape doesn't use a normal format, so you can only play it on the station's equipment."

The rectangular ca.s.sette tape was the size of a playing card and it had a few things written in permanent marker on the side: a date from three years ago, Atou Minori's name as the creator, and "Control Experiment Using the Wheel of Suffering".

However, the detective focused on something completely different.

"Huh? You use gla.s.ses now?"

"These are only for when I'm using the computer. Haven't you heard of blue light?"

What's this? What's this? Are intellectual gla.s.ses girls right in the detective's strike zone!?

Come to think of it, he was pretty hot-blooded during Tomoe's case!!

I'd let my guard down because of that wedding ring, but it looks like she is my enemy. My woman's intuition is telling me not to let my guard down!! Grr!!

"Just to be clear, this is nothing fun."

It appeared Atou Minori had no idea what I was thinking as she brushed her hair over one ear and operated the console.

The footage was displayed on one of the monitors.

It showed a white room.

The room had a circle about three meters across drawn in permanent marker or something similar.

The wheel of suffering, hm?

A girl of about fifteen was curled up in the center of the circle.

The girl wore pajamas.

In the footage, she glanced fearfully toward the edge of the circle again and again. It was a lot like she was holding onto a plank floating in the ocean with a shark circling her.

Someone must have been standing out of view of the camera because a calm adult man's voice spoke.

"Tabata-san, please come outside the circle. Outside. It can just be a single step, but please come outside."

"N-no. I-I just can't…"

" 'Those people' are gone, so there is nothing to worry about. Now come outside, Tabata-san."

"I know that!! I know this doesn't make sense…but I can't. I can't leave. I can't go anywhere outside!!"

Some men and women in lab coats stepped into frame. They easily stepped over the drawn-on circle and approached the girl named Tabata.

"Stop… Stop! Don't drag me!!"

"Ghhh!! She just bit me!"

After a struggle, the men and women in lab coats were knocked outside the circle.

Next, a high-pitched bell rang and dark smoke entered from the door in the back of the white room.

"What now?"

"Tabata-san, this is an emergency. There's a fire. This is not a drill."

"I can't leave."

"I see. Well, we're going to evacuate. You please hurry out as well."

"Wait! Wait!! Why are you messing with the camera? Did you really turn it off!? But…but I can't leave. You must know that! I feel dizzy. I can't stop shaking!!"

"Hurry, Tabata-san."

"Then erase the circle! If you wipe off just one spot, I can leave!! Wait! Please don't leave me! I don't want to die! But I still can't leave! I can't leeeeeeeaaaaaaave!!"

The video ended there and the detective spoke with pure gloom in his voice.

"How much of that was a set up?"

"Think of it like a cruel hidden camera show. If we didn't truly scare her, we couldn't film the truth. If we didn't go all the way, the viewers would think it was a joke."

Atou Minori looked completely unconcerned as she said that, so she may have been a professional in one sense.

She pursued the truth in a different way than the detective.

"When you get down to it, it's the same as a fear of heights or of needles," she readily concluded. "They have an extreme fear of breaking the rules set by the perpetrator and that fear fills their entire body. Every time they come close to breaking those rules, they find themselves unable to move. Chains and handcuffs aren't needed to restrain someone. You just need the right kinds of memories."

Whenever a case of abuse showed up, people always asked why the victim hadn't consulted anyone sooner.

Or they would ask why the victim had returned to that house everyday despite knowing they would be abused.

But the answer was simple. It wasn't that they didn't. It was that they couldn't.

If they disobeyed those established rules in the slightest, something horrible would happen. When