Citizens, please remember: the general curfew is 23:00.
We repeat: the curfew is 23:00. 11pm.
Do not go out after this time.
If you are found outside after the Curfew and you do not have a valid reasoning, you will be escorted home and will likely be receiving a substantial fine.
This is for your safety. Please abide by these rules.
To further increase general safety, certain areas have later curfews. In Tokyo, these areas include Shinjuku, particularly the area of Kabukicho and other Red Light Districts.
Areas such as Ginza and Minato Centre also have exceptional rules, all of which are available on the CGG.GOV website.
There is another exception. The Sumida ward is off-limits to all non-inhabitants or workers from 18:00.
18:00.
That's 6pm.
Please follow these rules, to further aid the CCG's fight against the Ghoul Infestation.
By abiding by these rules, you are a part of our greater future.
You do this, for your children, and their children, and so on.
Do this, follow these simple rules, and we have a greater chance of solving this great issue.
Any further information is available on the CCG.GOV website.
Thank you for your continued support, and fight for our nation's safety.
Together, we can stop these monsters from hurting us.
We will be freed of their fear.
Thank you for your continued support.
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The early evening streets of Kabukicho are slow.
The people filling them move like strips of ants, slowly moving forward, straying from path, but always moving forward.
And like ants, most of these people are male, and most of them have their eye on something.
A young, feminine-looking person walking down the center of the street. She's too in her own head to notice them, unless of course, danger appears.
Her hair falls in front of her eyes and flips, like a wave of sweet gold, back and forth, back and forth.
She can't help but smile at it. She can't help but feel such joy at her beauty. At her existence.
They smile up at the sky, wishing to look at the setting Sun.
She winces. The Sun will still not let them look at it.
How unfair. What have I not done? Hm?
She huffs.
Well, it's getting late. They're probably tired. Though, they should still look at me, admire my beauty, but I can forgive them. Have a lovely sleep, dear Sun! Nighty-Night!
Their smile falls.
She tenses her muscles as she walks, picking up her pace. Her heart beats faster, faster, faster.
Please don't. Please don't come over. Please don't—
A group of men their age whistle at them.
They grip their keys tighter, hurting their own hand. They smiles weakly at the men, a sickness building in their stomach, and a greater quickness to their pace.
She is wearing heels. Stripper heels. She prays she will not trip.
She doesn't, yet, and the men are soon behind her, staring in awe as she gets further away. She's breathing a sigh of relief, but is interrupted by—
"Hey," A voice. Male. He's unfamiliar, but the situation isn't.
They glance over their shoulder, seeing an unfamiliar salaryman, for this familiar occasion.
"That's a nice jacket," He says, smiling, edging closer to her, "How is it?"
The jacket is pink and of faux fur. It's too hot for tonight, but they're wearing it anyway.
She smiles, gripping her keys in her hands. Her heart is pounding, "Yes. It's nice. Thank you."
"You have a boyfriend, sweetheart?"
She shakes her head, "No, sir."
"Great."
"But I'm like, very busy. I have to go—"
"Hey, hey, what's the rush, baby?" He leans closer. She can feel his breath on her neck, she trembles.
"I have to work—" She says. He places a hand on her shoulder. She feels her legs trembling, her body freezing, and curses herself for being so weak.
"C'mon, why don't we at least—"
"You alright there, miss?" Another man asks, staring at the other man.
The first man smiles, "What's it to you?"
"This young lady looks uncomfortable, that's all."
"I'm not doing anything. Geez, can't even touch a girl these days."
"Miss, is he bothering you?"
"I have to get to work."
"What kind of work?" The first man asks, "You're a Light Girl, right?"
"...I have to go."
"Sir, just leave her alone."
"Why should I? We're just talking."
"She's uncomfortable. Sir, please."
"Or what? What are you gonna do?"
The man leans away, approaching the other man. As he does, she moves and begins briskly walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
They don't respond, and keep on walking.
The other man catches up to her, "Are you alright?"
"Yes."
"Urgh. Guys like that drive me nuts, you know?"
"Yeah."
"I bet you get that a lot. I mean...Wow. You're gorgeous, especially for a foreigner," He laughs.
"Ok," Something about him reminds her of Kazuo.
"Not much of a talker, eh?"
She doesn't say anything.
"Huh. Hey, you wouldn't wanna grab a drink, would you?"
"I'm busy."
"Oh, right."
"I am."
"Maybe another time then. Can I have your card?"
"No thank you. I'm not interested, sorry."
"What? Why?"
"I'm just not interested. Sorry."
"Hey, I know I'm a stranger but at least get to know me—"
"No, I'm not interested."
"Hey, don't run off. I'm a nice guy I—Hey! Fuck you then. Fucking bitch. Fuck off then! Stupid fucking whore!"
They're about to trip on their heels. Her blood throbs in her ears. Her heart is trying to escape from her chest.
The man does not follow them, or at least, they don't see him. She grips her keys tighter. She will get someone to take her home, she prays, just in case.
She breathes a sigh of relief, walking quicker as she sees her destination in front of her—the tall, glassy building with a slight dome shape, adorned with deep blue and purple lights.
They see a familar woman leaving, "Hey, Noriko," They say, "You finished already?"
"Kinda, I got some clients to meet. I'll probably come back later, God knows what i was thinking taking the daytime shift. Urgh. Anyways. You and Maddie are on that party tonight, right?"
"Yeah, with some of Mr. Kobayashi's girls."
"It's Imakita's lot, yeah? Urgh. You'll be raking it in. They all love you."
"Can you blame them? I mean, look at me. I'm perfect."
"Alright, con't get too cocky. Jeez. Anyway, good luck tonight. I have to go. See you round, Bunny."
"Be safe, Noriko! Have a good night! Buh-bye!"
"Bye," Noriko digs her hands into her pockets and walks off.
Before going inside, they take a look back at the street. Is that man still following her?
It doesn't seem like it.
She sees someone else though, watching her from across the street—Kazuo. He smiles that smile she hated to love. He calls out to her.
'Why didn't you come back, Bun? Why did you leave me?'
She screws her eyes shut.
And then he is gone.
And her nose is starting to bleed.
--
Where is she?
"No, no, no, it's about the exploitation of the animals, all the like, mass-farming. It's fucked, you guys. Seriously."
"You're just making something out of nothing."
I haven't seen her in so long.
"Oh, and you're fine with innocent beings being exploited and murdered for a single item that brings you temporary pleasure?"
Maybe I should text her again.
"Come now, Doryo, death is a natural part of life."
No. No, that's far too childish. Grow up, Imakita, she's probably just busy.
"What part of factory farming is natural?"
"Who cares, Dory? Like, they're cows and chickens. Get over it."
Still. I wonder if I should text...
"Oh, that's nice, Gen, real fucking Christian—"
"Could you all please shut up?"
Chika Imakita glares at her companions—people she hasn't invited to her table, but who are now sat with her. And are now arguing, at her table.
"Why?" Asks Genesis Inugami, "So you can look at all of that?"
"So I can enjoy my wine without listening to your quarreling."
"So you can look at Bunny," Says Doryo Fuyuhiko, halfway through eating a stuffed vine leaf.
"It's nothing like that—Oh, whatever. Speaking of Bunny, has she spoke to you today? I'm a little worried."
"Imakita, my dude, I got off my flight and came straight here. My phone's been dead all day. You think I—"
"I was just asking. Genesis?"
"As if."
"Okay, well...She should be starting soon.
"OhmyGod—"
"Don't use the lord's name in vain!"
"Shut up, Gen. Imakita, I can't believe you know their schedule. You're like, a stalker."
"I am nothing of the sort. I just need to make sure she's okay."
"Is this about Mademoiselle Bunny Deverill?" Shuu Tsukiyama asks, leaning closer to Imakita, "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her. She looks so...beautiful, from what I've seen."
"She is," Imskita says, "She is very beautiful. Inhumanly so...It's rather worrying, honestly."
"You guys talking about Bunny?" Asks a man who will never be important, but who is sitting with the group.
"Yes," Imakita tenses slightly.
"Zuki hasn't met her yet," Fuyuhiko says, now eating crackers and hummus, "Which he should've, by now."
"Have you even seen her? The girl's a fucking masterpiece."
"I'm aware, we were just talking about her beauty—"
"I've never seen a girl like it. Seriously, Tsukiyama, she's a fucking goddess. Apparently she's descended from Helen of Troy or Aphrodite or something—"
"Bambi's only half-Greek, and those women weren't real."
"It's Bunny, and I wouldn't doubt it, Gen," Fuyuhiko said, "You might anger the Gods. You know what Aphrodite did to Psyche—"
"I don't, actually, because it's all lies. I would never digest false religion, Dory."
"I didn't say—Whatever. I wouldn't doubt that Bun's related to some Goddess."
"A succubus."
"No, Gen, she's not a demon—"
"Hmph, I don't see another explanation."
"And, anyway, there's more to Bunny than her being pretty, you guys—"
"Yeah," The unimportant man says, "Because her pussy's so—"
"I'm sorry," Imakita says, "Were we talking about her vagina?"
"Calm down, Jesus. I was just saying—the girl's the best fuck I ever had."
"No one aske—"
"But God, the girl's so hard to shut up. It's like she's on speed 24/7."
"Did anyone actually invite you here—"
"And she's a total bimbo. Which is great...You like bimbos, Tsukiyama?"
"Oh. Well, I don't really—"
"What kind of a question is that?" Genesis asks.
"Right on, what guy doesn't want a girl as pretty as that with the brains of a dog?"
"That wasn't what I—"
"Oh, and if you're bored, feed her some magic mushrooms. Bitch goes nuts. It's so funny. Last time, she was—"
"I really don't have an interest in forcing beautiful women to eat psychedelics."
"That's rape, actually," Imakita grips her wine glass, ordering another bottle.
"Oh, calm down. She's only a stripper, she wants it."
"Only?" Dory gasps, "You-You're foul."
"Don't be so sensitive, Fuyuhiko."
"You're disgusting! Miss Imakita—Listen to this! Listen to what he's saying about Bunny!"
"Yes, Fuyuhiko, it is disgusting, but clearly he can't take a—Oh! Thank God," Imakita sighs, seeing Bunny and her partner, Madeleine, appearing on stage, "There she is. Oh, she's fine."
"You were worried about her?" Tsukiyama asks.
"Of course. Bunny's normally so quick to reply to my messages, and lord knows she gets herself into trouble."
"Is that so?"
She doesn't like his tone, and looks back at him.
"Oh, but she is...fascinating," Tsukiyama whispers, eyes glued to the young thing on the pole, "You were right, her beauty; it's almost alien," He is gripping his seat, nails tearing through the fabric of his chair, "I almost want to cry."
Imakita nods and looks back to Bunny, unable to deny a strong feeling of disgust that has arose in her, and a strong urge to take Bunny away.
She looks around, her feelings growing stronger as she sees it; men leering at her sweet Bunny, like hungry wolves. She wish that she could turn into a great bat-creature and whisk her sweet Bunny to safety, and they could curl up together on a mountain, far from these prying eyes.
The thought is enough to upset her.
She wonders if Bunny is aware of it. These eyes. Bunny always looks as though she's dazed when she's dancing. Maybe so she doesn't have to think about it.
"I can see why you're so smitten with her," Tsukiyama interrupts Imakita's thoughts. He has gotten closer to her, or has he gotten closer to the stage?
Imakita looks away, "...Yes."
Suddenly, Genesis lets out a gasp and frantically begins gathering her things.
"What now, Gen?"
"It's curfew soon. We have to go."
"It's later here," Fuyuhiko says, "We're in a Light District, dummy."
"I'm not risking being eaten by some demon like one of them," She nods to Bunny and Madeleine on the stage, "If any of you had half a brain, you'd come too. Now, I have to get my bus...Unless someone would drive me?"
"I'm not going yet," Tsukiyama says, "I want to talk to her. I need to."
Imakita cringes slightly.
"I'd rather die than be in a car with you."
"I'm not taking you," Imakita says, "Bunny isn't finished, and Fuyuhiko can't drive."
"I—Fine. I'll get the bus."
"Are you sure? Don't you wanna say hi to Bunny?" Fuyuhiko asks.
"What—No," Genesis blushes, "As if I would—Whatever. I'm not—Shut up, Dory! I'm going home," Genesis storms off, holding her fur coat to her chest.
"She's so fucking gay for Bunny," Fuyuhiko says.
"She's bi, of course she is."
"And look at Mademoiselle Deverill; she could make the world—the very Universe—crumble in front of her with just a mere gaze."
"Unfortunately, yes," Imakita mumbles.
"That other woman, she's quite pretty too."
"That's Maddie. You'd like her, Zuki, she's French."
"Really?"
"Mhm. Maddie's awesome though, isn't she, Miss Imakita?"
"Madeleine is a nice girl, yes."
"I see, and whose outfits are they wearing?" Tsukiyama asks, grinning slightly, "Not yours, Madame Imakita?"
"It's Mademoiselle, and no, Bunny prefers other things. Things that are fluffy, and...pastel," She sniffles, "Madeleine also, is very fond of blues and oranges."
"Oh, poor you, your precious little showgirls don't want to wear your outfits."
Imakita folds her arms over her breasts, turning away, "It would appear not."
"I like Miss Imakita's clothes."
"Because that's your...theme. If you will."
"My aesthetic."
"I didn't say it was aesthetically pleasing."
"It is to me."
Imakita is not listening, her eyes glued to the stage. Bunny is on the top of the pole, at the ceiling. Imakita feels butterflies in her stomach, as Bunny inverts and places her heels on the ceiling.
Imakita imagines Bunny falling and her neck, cracking, her eyes still as glazed as they are now. She feels tears start to form.
Bunny doesn't, and moves from ceiling twerking and body rolls, to a fold and superman, expertly moving to look elegant; like a small, seductive snake.
Bunny returns to an inverted crucifix, and Imakita imagines Bunny's neck snapping again—Bunny is about to fall.
She does.
Bunny drops herself down the length of the pole, as Madeleine is clambering up it.
Before there is the sound of snapping, or a splat as Bunny falls, Bunny stops before the floor, and places her hands on the floor, coming into a wide handstand. She flows her legs a bit, before coming into a forward roll.
Imakita is sweating. As much as she appreciates the spectacle, she wonders if Bunny plans her routines with the intent of scaring her to death.
"Oh. My. Gods," Fuyuhiko says.
Tsukiyama is staring in awe, "That was..."
"I feel like I just died a little inside."
"You and me both," Imakita orders more wine.
To her relief, this seems to shut Fuyuhiko and Tsukiyama up, and she enjoys the rest of Bunny and Madeleine's set in peace. Well, not in peace, Bunny is still intent on giving her heart failure, even in her final pose on the pole; some kind of one-handed handstand split, Madeleine seeming to hover above Bunny's legs.
"Okay, jeez," Fuyuhiko says, when Bunny and Madeleine begin to strut offstage, "I feel like those two are always trying to outdo themselves."
"That was...phenomenal!" Tsukiyama says, "Magnifique! A spectacle! Oh, that was so brilliant! I don't think I breathed. I want to see them again!"
"I don't," Imakita says, "I swear, she does some of that choreography to stress me out."
"That's all part of it, Madame Imakita! The adrenaline! Oh, my, oh, my! I'd always thought pole dancing was so simple and trashy, but now...Oh, that was so wonderful."
"Pole dancing isn't trashy," Fuyuhiko says, "It's super fun. You should try it, Zuki."
"Oh, I just might! That was so wonderful!"
Tsukiyama now won't shut up about pole dancing, and Fuyuhiko seems happy to engage. Imakita doesn't care, and only watches Bunny and Madeleine go offstage, wearing outfits that she did not make.
Imakita thinks for a moment, imagining Bunny, in her apartment, nestled against Imakita's bosom, looking up at her with those beautiful eyes; eyes that Imakita cannot decide the colour of. Then again, no one can—somewhere between grey, blue, and green, and pupils that are either scarily large or freakishly small.
Her beautiful Bunny.
She imagines stroking her golden hair, the taste of her bubblegum lipstick, the softness of her skin, and her face...Bunny's face, that seems to change often, but always to whatever is beautiful to Imakita.
Her precious Bunny. Her sweet little angel. If only, she thinks, if only Bunny could—
"Imakitaaaaaa?" Dory interupts.
"What?"
"Can you get me a drink? Zuki won't get me one."
"i'm not spending my money on your cocktails."
"It's your daddy's money though."
"Still my money."
"Fine. Get one for Bunny and Madeleine too; non-alcoholic. Go on."
Imakita watches as Fuyuhiko bounds to the bar. As he flicks through his phone, he is distracted by Bunny, and the two immediately begin giggling and smiling. They talk so loudly that everyone can hear.
"Doryyy! Hey, hey, hey!" Bunny is hugging Dory, "You were meant to call me when you got home!"
"I know, and I am so totally sorry, Bun, but my phone fucking died one hour into the flight. Can you believe? A whole ass hour into a sixteen hour flight!"
"No!"
"Yeah. Honestly, lemme tell you, I may've cried. I was so fucking bored."
"I bet. But Dory, I've been like, super worried, because like, you weren't replying to any messages, and I was like, 'OhmyGods, what if he's dead?' because like, you could've been. And then I had a panic attack! But it's fine because you're not dead!"
"Ah, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. Anyway, how was it? Was it totally awesome? Did you have fun?"
"It was very awesome, Bunny, but fuck me, I'm sooooo tired. I like, totally need to sleep for a day before I talk about any of it."
"Noted...Oh! And Pasha baked you cookies, you know, because the last time he saw you, you were having another panic attack in the airport? And I brought them with me, so you can have them now! They're shaped like dinosaurs, but I helped decorate them, so obviously I made them little astronaut-dinosaurs! Dory, they are so cute—"
"Really? That's so sweet. Thank you, Bunny."
"You're so welcome, Dory. But Pasha made them."
To Imakita's delight, Bunny follows Dory to the table.
"OhmyGoooooood! Miss Imakita, I'm like, so super sorry, I haven't even spoken to you tonight!" Bunny says.
"It's fine. You look busy."
"Yeah, my night has been so super crazy—Do you see how much I was sweating? Gross, but someone told me it made me look slippery, which at first I thought was cool, because I felt like a lil axolotl, but now that I think about it, it probably wasn't a compliment."
"Maybe not. I got you a drink; non-alcoholic, obviously."
"Thank youuuuuuuu."
Imakita smiles warmly, taking Bunny's hand. She looks at Bunny's outfit—though Imakita was reluctant to call it that—a lemon thong with rose chains and a pink dragonfly to cover the more offensive part of her breasts. There is a matching headpiece sat in her hair. This is not anything that Imakita would design.
"That's a...nice outfit."
"Right? It's so cute! Oh, hi-hi-hi! You're Mr. Tsukiyama, right?"
"C'est moi. You must be Mademoiselle Deverill."
"Yeah, but you can like, call me by my first name, because like, my second name is so confusing for some people."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, people don't know how to pronounce it—Welsh alphabet and all that—And like, I like my first name."
"If you insist, Mademoiselle Bunny."
"I do!" Bunny giggles.
"Might I just say, you are a wonderful dancer. Your performance was...well, I can't say I'll ever look at pole dancing the same."
"Oh, thank you!"
"You were so beautiful. You are. My God, just look at you—Yes. Beautiful."
"Awww. Thank you. I get that a lot. I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's very nice to meet you!"
"And you. I've been hoping to meet you for some time now."
"I get that a lot. Though, I'm surprised, because you're like, kinda famous, and like, this place really only lets famous people in, but you've never been here before, which is kinda weird, but here you are. Finally. How'd you get in?"
"Genesis brought him," Imakita says.
"Gigi? Oh, I saw her. Is she still here? Because she was wearing fur, and I saw, and I was like, 'OhmyGods, that better be fake,' you know, because fur is like, not vegan at all."
"I think it was fake."
"Ok, that's good. Phew. I was gonna cry thinking about all the cute little animals that would've died for that coat."
"Ok, Bunny."
"Oh, and Imakita, you can take me home tonight right? Pasha won't let me go home alone after...you know."
"Of course. How late—"
'Not that late. I have another set and then I'll see some more clients, and some photos, which we'll probably do like, in between all that, you know?"
"Fine, but—"
"Oh, shit, I gotta go. Mr. Ryoma's leaving on some business trip and he gets so pissy if I don't see him."
"Mr. Ryoma? bunny, he's really not a man you should—"
"He's a client, and Mr. Besho's dear friend, so I have to. I'll see you later! Bye, Mr. Tsukiyama, so nice to meet you!"
"And you, Mademoiselle!"
"Wha—Fine," Imakita sighs, finishing her wine as she watches Bunny bound off to other clients, smiling and giggling as they touch and compliment her.
"Well, that felt slightly surreal," Tsukiyama smiles, "How fascinating. I don't think she breathed once."
"It's one of life's great mysteries. Wondering how on earth Bunny gets the oxygen to sustain herself."
"It's obviously because she has vegan yoga powers," Fuyuhiko says.
"Probably."
"At least she has a pretty voice," Tsukiyama says.
"It's not pretty when you have a hangover, I'll tell you that much."
"Well, if you didn't get so many, maybe it wouldn't be."
"Yeah, well, I don't get them anymore. You know, because I'm clean."
"For now. Two weeks in America is nothing compared to years of—"
"Stop it," Imakita says, "Don't mock him like that, Tsukiyama."
"I'm being realistic."
"And who's that helping?"
Tsukiyama doesn't respond, only smiling in a way that brings up a strong irritation to Imakita.
"Anyway," Imakita says, "Doryo, you've hardly mentioned your trip, I thought Bunny would eek it out of you. Is something wrong?"
"Nah. Just tired."
"Maybe you should leave then."
"Alone? As if I'm going alone after curfew. I'll wait for you and Bunny."
"Fine. Tsukiyama, I'm sure your father will get angry if you have to pay a fine for staying out too late."
"No. He won't mind. I'll stay as long as I want."
"Great," Imakita mumbles, before taking a large of her wine.
She wishes Bunny would hurry up.
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Bunny is longer than expected, but eventually, she is ready to leave.
Imakita has benn waiting outside for some time now, still accompanied by Futuhiko and Tsukiyama, when Bunny emerges, wearing a pink fur coat, and waving goodbye to Madeleine. Bunny also has her pink bike with her, pulling it along her side.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you," Bunny says, smiling sweetly. They hoist their pink bag over their shoulder, and hugs a small, green plushie to their chest—Allan.
"No, you didn't. come on now, quickly," Imakita cannot help but stare at Allan; with it large, shiny eyes and rubber paws, a smile that looks too perfect to be innocent. Bunny whispers to Alllan, and kisses its forehead.
"Oh, are you guys walking home with us too?" Bunny asks, turning to Tsukiyama and Fuyuhiko.
"Apparently so."
"Wow. That's so cool of you!"
"Is it?"
"Yeah. It's like, so bad out here sometimes. Like, most of the time, I have to run crying to the bus stop. And sometimes there's...noises," Bunny trails off, "Makes me glad I don't have that many friends at the club...Aha...I hope Maddy and Noriko get home okay. Maybe I should—"
"She has a car, Bunny, she's fine. Come on. Have you got your card?"
"Mhm," Bunny is holding her ID card, "Do you want me to tell them I have guests or are you gonna like, pay a fine?"
"I thought you could only have one guest with you?" Tsukiyama asks.
"Oh...Yeah. My bad. I'll say Dory's with me, because like, you know."
"Because he's poor?"
"I am not poor! I make more money than you ever have."
"That's just not true."
"Yeah? How much money have you actually worked for, Zuki? How much? Because every penny I own was worked for by me, myself and I."
Tsukiyama ignores him and walks closer to Bunny, asking about her dancing, and what skin products she uses, and how often she works out. But Bunny gets distracted when they start talking about their workouts, and soon, they are telling him about chakras and opening their third eye.
By this time, the group have come across one of the CCG mini offices at the exit to Kabukicho.
Bunny shudders as the investigator inspects her card.
The investigator recognises her, and she recognises him.
She remembers him saying she had to go into the office to see his partner, and she'd thought she was in trouble with the police again, but no. Then he'd locked the door, and—
They didn't like to remember the rest.
She barely looks at him, almost unable to speak as she tells him that Dory is with her.
Then, because she has people with her, he does not take her inside, but lets her go. But Bunny cannot go, because now Imakita and Tsukiyama have to finish paying a fine or making valid excuses.
Bunny will have to stand here, next to that investigator.
She closes her eyes, trying not to think. She tries to think about floating in space, or swimming at the bottom of the sea.
It doesn't work, but Bunny cannot open her eyes. When she does, she looks at the alleyways, and there, she will always see Kazuo, beckoning her in.
She will always refuse, and he will start to talk about The Project, about The Thing That Happened.
That Thing.
And then her nose will start to bleed.
And she will hug Allan close to her, and they will speak to her.
They will whisper; 'It's okay! I love you! You're my best friend! I love you! I do! Precious friend! Strong friend! I love you!'
And then, even though it's not for long, everything starts to feel OK.
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