Prologue
"My brother was such a nice person. He was probably the best big brother on earth. He never teased me, he helped me with my homework, he protected me, and he would even give me his lunch if I lost mine. I couldn't believe what happened when I first heard it. He would never do that. I know him, and that's not my brother. And it wasn't. It was someone else. The other half of my brother's mind belongs to someone else."
"My parents died when I was seven. He was twelve then, and I kind of admired him. My parents had decided to go out to somewhere without telling us…. they never came back. Their car was found only an hour away from our house three days after they disappeared. It was a murder."
"Someone killed my parents. They never told us who. My brother knew, even though no one told him. He would scream at night whenever we were living in the orphanage together. He would scream as though he was dying, and then he would lash out violently. One time he even destroyed his bed in his flailing."
"The police found the murderer. He was cooped up in a darker place of Tokyo. He was armed and dangerous, according to the police that talked to us. They lay siege to his "fort", a run down subway tunnel. Eventually, after three weeks, they thought he was dead as there was no food or water down there. They went in and five police were shot. Just like that. The murderer was still alive."
"The police then decided to blow the entire subway system he was in. They put 100 pounds of dynamite on top of the streets he was under and decimated the subway system. When they went in, they found him sitting in the wreckage, alive and well. They fired at him, but the dodged all the bullets. But then he killed himself. He took his pistol, pressed it into his chest cavity and fired three times. He was dead by the first shot, but his gun was an automatic."
"How do you know all this?"
"My brother told me."