Thinking back about it was the most terrifying part. Even staring out at the admittedly beautiful cityscape of his home prefecture, his mind could not shake the flashbacks to his little conversation with Chomei before he was sent to the room. The pain was the most vivid of the memories, and make Takeda’s stomach churn. He was simply happy that he no longer had to feel all that pain, but on the other hand, his clothes still had enough blood on them to tell a story. He stood back from the window, and examined his clothes. His dress shirt and tie were both nearly saturated in blood, and the top area of his pants also had plenty of blood on the front side. His dress shirt also had cuts in it from where he felt the knife coldly slice through him. The only thing he could say that was ‘out of the ordinary’ other than the entire situation he was in, was the fact that he had his trench coat on, and that when he appeared in the room, his clothes were all buttoned and tightened as if he had just walked out of the office. A thought came to him, and his hand went straight under his coat to his hip, to see if he still had his .38 revolver. Sadly, his hand found nothing but an empty holster. He had turned it in before he left the station, he remembered, and then cursed under his breath.
The room was rather stuffy, which brought a slight chuckled to Takeda. Who knew purgatory would have such poor air conditioning? He thought. The thought didn’t last too long after he slid his trench coat, which revealed just how fully saturated his shirt was with blood. He grimaced, and the thoughts of his death raced back in his head, but he forced them out quickly. Through his unbuttoned shirt, he could see his stomach, which was free from any cuts, and it still baffled him how just they had all died and ended up alive, in a sense, in this room.
As he examined his own body, he realized that something was in his peripherals that wasn’t there before, and a quick turn of the head revealed a man with his hand outstretched to pile of pillows, which had the head of a girl sticking out. He began to shift his vision to focus on the man again, before he realized that there was some strange familiarity to the girl in the pillows. He stared at her for another few moments, before he realized that she was Haruka, some popstar that had quickly lost her star luster due to some online video. He only barely paid attention to her in life, and when the video came out, he was only aware of it because of some chatter among the men of the office, and some sort of slight investigation by the Cyber and Sexual Crimes teams.
Takeda walked up, standing in front of the two new people.
“Tell me, you both died before you appeared in here, eh? Welcome to the club. I’m Invest-”
He stopped mid sentence, and all he could think of was how useless it was to be using his job title,as he was pretty much dead. He shook the thought out, negativity couldn’t help right now.
“Sorry, Investigator Hitoshi.” He turned to the rest of the room. “And that goes to the rest of you all, my name is Hitoshi. What about the rest of you all? If we’re going to be stuck in this room together, we might as get to know each other.”
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