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June 18th, 2018
"This place is a chalice, filled to the brim with those who think nothing of taking human lives."
Akasaka had thought little of Rika-chan's words at the time. Hinamizawa, a vessel of evil? This quaint, pleasant, humble little village, numbering no more than 2,000 citizens all told? A haven of murderers?
True, he had just fought thugs for the possession of a kidnapped child, but –murderers? Here?
Preposterous.
He didn't think about it again until the time of the Great Hinamizawa Disaster, and then her words consumed him.
"This place is a chalice, filled to the brim with those who think nothing of taking human lives."
He phoned Oishi, that old cop that had given him such useful advice back in 1978. He asked to meet, and to talk –to ask if anyone else had survived. In his heart, he'd hoped that someone had taken Rika-chan, the village's precious shrine maiden and the living incarnation of Oyashiro-sama, to safety, somehow, somewhere.
But he was wrong.
1979. Oyassan, the older man he had played mahjong with during his investigation, was lynched to death.
1980. The Hojo couple fell to their deaths.
1981. Rika Furude's parents joined them in death.
1982. Tamae Hojo was killed and Satoshi Hojo lost.
1983. The Great Hinamizawa Disaster.
June, 1983. Rika Furude had died.
"This place is a chalice, filled to the brim with those who think nothing of taking human lives."
"-but if all the successive incidents have been planned, then surely my death is part of that plan?"
"…I don't want to die."
He had failed her. The saccharine cup of Hinamizawa had been filled to overflowing, and Rika Furude had been forced to drink it down to the dregs before her final, fatal slumber.
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