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"That's right. I did it."
The officer is staring at you.
*"So you're saying you're the one responsible for the murder of Kinshiro Morooka?"
You sigh in frustration.
"Yes! How many times do I have to repeat it?"
The officer gives you a strange look.
*"...I see."
Is that all he has to say?
He looks around frantically before his eyes fall upon another young officer.
*"Adachi, you think you can take care of this kid?"
The younger officer turns around. He looks pretty cheerful for a policeman.
*"Sure thing, Dojima-san!"
The two officers exchange information. The whole time, the younger one has a big, fat grin plastered on his face.
You'd think he was going to get himself some coffee or something instead of dealing with a wanted criminal.
...
You are led to a small room. There is a TV in the corner.
The officer sits down, and invites you to do the same. You do so.
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*"So you're saying you're the one who killed Morooka?"
You want to sock him in the face.
"Yes."
He looks amused.
*"Now why would you do something like that?"
Is this guy for real?
"Because I hated him. I hate everybody!"
You're confused. The officer should be yelling at you, calling you a miserable piece of trash. Instead, he's smiling like an idiot, and he keeps glancing at the TV.
You'll give him something to smile about.
"...You know that announcer and that Konishi girl?"
He raises an eyebrow in interest.
"...I killed them too."
He doesn't seem surprised.
Why isn't he surprised?
*"Did you, now?"
What the hell is this guy's problem?
"Yes, I did it! It was all my idea!"
He's not even looking at you. He's looking at that stupid TV!
*"Are you sure about that?"
"YES!"
FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME, IT WAS ME!
IT WAS ME!
CAN'T YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL?
STOP LOOKING AT THE FUCKING TV! LOOK AT ME!
LOOK! AT! ME!
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*"Will you excuse me for a minute?"
He gets up and leaves.
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Why won't anyone believe me?
Is murder not good enough for them?
What the hell does it take to get them to notice me?
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Why won't anybody notice me?
Why won't they notice me?
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
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Suddenly, darkness.
You can't see anything.
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You feel yourself being roughly grabbed.
You struggle, but it does no good.
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You are being dragged.
Then, you are thrown with great force.
You expect to hit the ground, but...you don't.
You are falling.
Falling...
Falling...
You hit the ground.
Pain shoots through your entire body.
Then...
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Nothing.
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