The reason this isn't simply called 'Evidence Collection 3' is because this one consists completely of viewpoints you would not normally see in the rest of the story. Some of these are events of the 'past' of this story line, some are in the 'present' and some have yet to happen , but I leave it up to you to sort out which ones are happening when .

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As she enters the world of the awake for the millionth time, she tries to figure out where she is. But her eyelids, they're so heavy, and it's dark.

It's scary, but bit by bit, she's figured some things out. She is on a bed, tied to it. She isn't alone-she can hear the moans of someone else from time to time when she wakes. She wonders if she makes the same noises.

She also knows that she is being drugged, that this is what binds her to wherever she is. Every so often, a silhouette will appear over her, then a second later, she'll feel a prick in her arm and the drowsiness will overtake. No words accompany this. Why is she here? Why doesn't that person just kill her and be done with it?

But where is here? How did she get here? The last thing she remembers was being at school, and feeling afraid because of the rumours…rumours….what were they again…?

The silhouette returns. She doesn't try to resist. And soon, she is in blackness once again.

…

The letter has an instant effect on her, and soon she makes plans, lots of them. Soon, the pin board in her room flutters with notes and lists and various other papers. In between photo shoots, this is all she works on in the weeks leading up to that day.

One day, her brother comes in just as she's putting up yet another list.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just not go?" he asks.

She rolls her eyes.

"Nii-San, when they send you a letter saying you're enrolled ,then you're enrolled. All the forums say that! There's nothing I can do about that! In any case, that would be giving in."

"Giving in…the place doesn't exist anymore! We have nothing to fear anymore. "

She looks at his face, the face of the one person who had always been with her through all the crap. He was always a peaceful soul, even after that day. So part of her wants to let go. But that part is rapidly being taken over by this new anger that sprouted the moment she saw the words on the paper that would change her life once again.

"I'm doing this." She says eventually. There is finality in her voice, one that comes from a deep, dark place within her.

Thankfully, he doesn't oppose her anymore. Instead, he reads everything that is on the pin board.

"How will you pull this off? Surely a 15 year old girl on her own wouldn't be able to do this." he asks. At that, she grins.

"I'm not just a teenager! I'm already a success story, as you know. It will only be a while before I have a whole network of contacts that'll do anything for me. Besides, going there will set me up for life…and I'll have the insider's advantage for when I return…"

"At least you're not thinking of doing this now…but it's still dangerous."

"Nii-San! I'm a big girl now!"

"You're still my little sister. Let me help you."

"You…you'd do that?"

"Only to make sure you don't harm yourself in the process."

She grabs him in a tight hug. She is so happy; she doesn't know how to word it.

At that moment, their mother calls up to say that dinner is ready. She lets go, and go downstairs. But not before she takes one look at the pin board again. She briefly thinks that it looks like the inside of a crazy serial killer's den. Then she decides that that's a bit of a moot point.

After all, she's well on her way to becoming one herself.

…

He is reading through the usual bleary work emails when he sees an address he doesn't recognise. Except that he does. The provider he recognises, it's just the name he doesn't. So rather than mark the message as spam, he opens it.

The first few words are an explanation of who the person is and how they managed to get his email. It turns out this boy is a friend of the girl he had become penpals with 6 months ago, which makes him smile briefly.

The smile disappears as he reads the rest of the message. Then, with a mixture of curiosity and revulsion, he reads through the attachments.

He raises an eyebrow at what they contain. Two thoughts stand out in his head. The first: If he'd been four years younger, he may have been able to participate. And the second was this: how did something this huge get so hidden?

He shrugged off those thoughts as he reached for the phone. Something had to be done. And he was the person needed to make sure it happened.

…

In those final moments, he thinks of his daughter.

He had never wanted to abandon her. The decision to do so wasn't conscious, not really.

But he had been deceived into thinking he had a happy life after leaving behind the job. He had a few years that alternated between his new teaching career, finding new hobbies and spending time with his girls.

But then the first love of his life died, and all of a sudden he was unable to see beyond the darkness that had gathered in front of him. He took compassionate leave, but the darkness only got brighter- if such a thing was even possible. And eventually, it got so bad that the only thing he could do was leave. Go as far as possible.

It wasn't until he was as far away as possible that he remembered that he'd left the second love of his life behind, vulnerable, alone.

But by then, it was too late. So he decided to atone indirectly for this by making a school that would atone directly for a different sin.
It was a shock when she appeared on the register many years later. All of a sudden, everything came back, and he'd hoped for a chance to make it up to her. Seeing her was even more emotional. Despite inheriting a paler version of his colouring, she looked so much like her mother it actually hurt. But he was determined to make things right.

And he had managed .To a degree. They talked a lot, constantly trying to figure out what had gone wrong. But it was never quite enough.

It certainly wasn't two months later, when everything went to hell. And now, he is here, strapped to a chair, awaiting his death. It would have been nice, if it was his daughter's eyes that were watching him depart this world.

But instead, the eyes that look at him are eyes he never thought he'd see again, eyes he should've recognised sooner.

…

The building is large, and imposing, and for a moment, he thinks of turning back.

Then the images of the past few months come back to him. He remembers the years of pain. He recalls the way she is descending into madness, of a type that is worse than before.

He has to do this.

Leaving no room for hesitation, he strides towards the door and walks in.

"Yo, Hisanuma! Long-time no see!" he smiles, and makes brief conversation with Officer Takagi, a fan who eventually became a friend. But soon, it drains him.

"I, um….is Detective Kitamura in?" another old time friend, one who will hear this whole mess out. It'll be easier to do this if he is heard out.

"Yeah, sure, I can get him….are you OK though, Hisanuma?"

"I'm fine…"

10 Minutes later, Detective Daiki Kitamura comes into the small reception area.

"Ichiro Hisanuma-san! You basing your new book on us?"

"Not yet."

At that point, Kitamura notices the look on Hisanuma's face.

"Something wrong?"

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for all he knows is coming. He doesn't allow himself to feel any pity though.

"Yes. I…I'm here to confess to a crime. "

The next evidence collection will be labelled as the fourth one.

Anyway , hope you enjoyed this one.