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June 23rd, 2018

His mouth tasted like grit and grass.

Wait –earth?

Jiro Tomitake's eyes flew open. He was lying, facedown, on the shoulder of what looked like the road leading outside Hinamizawa. His glasses were missing, and a surge of adrenaline flooded through him at the realization, accompanying his last train of thought before unconsciousness-

-Takano's a traitor?! Okonogi, too!? How could I have not have seen this, how could I-

Invisibly presences loomed around him, and Tomitake lunged forward to grab the sturdy length of deadwood he saw lying a few feet away. It was no sniper rifle, but he wouldn't be taken unawares and unarmed the second time!

Brandishing his makeshift cudgel, Tomitake lurched to his feet with a roar. If the Yamainu came back to finish him, they would find it a tough battle.

Except…

Except…

Miyo Takano didn't leave things half-done. Why was he here, unharmed, why did…

Tomitake's eyes flew open wide.

Why did his blood itch?

"-synthesized Level Five, at which point the terminal symptoms of Hinamizawa Syndrome-"

No. No no no no no no. All the samples of H-173 had been destroyed! The clinic had…

The clinic, where Takano ruled.

"No, no, no no no nononononononono-"

It itches, all over it itches, and Tomitake has to exert a formidable amount of willpower not to rip off his shirt and start scratching himself everywhere like a cartoon character who'd just jumped into a patch of poison ivy. His veins still itched unbearably regardless of his will.

And Tomitake knew, he knew that he shouldn't scratch –but it was like a rash. You had to scratch. And even worse, unlike a real rash, he got no satisfaction, however brief, not a single moment of relief from that relentless boiling itch.

Takano betrayed us all! That bitch! How could she? How could she!?

She had sent the Yamainu after him to finish the job…there was Okonogi with his mouth stretched wide in a syncopathic grin, like a dancing scythe-edge of white in the humid summer darkness.

"Bastard!" Tomitake swung the length of wood furiously his head, aiming for the kill. "You betrayed us! You betrayed everyone! The people here are depending on us to find a cure!"

Okonogi dodged at the last second, and his men tackled Tomitake, forcing him into the dirt. Tomitake thrashed with all his strength, striking out again and again against his attackers, connecting frequently, by there was just no end to them, and they hit back, often just missing his club by a few moments. He was forced to the ground, again, only this time he had no glasses to fly off his nose. He struggled, cursing them, cursing all of them, but as Okonogi primed what seemed to be tranquilizing dart, there seemed to be no escape.

No escape but one.

Tomitake would not die a victim on a slab, another test rat for Takano and her despicable backers to hack open and study. Like the ancient samurai of old, he would commit seppuku rather than fall into enemy hands, die with his honor unsullied and his capture foiled as a final spit in the eyes of Takano and her minions.

He set his fingertips to his throat, crooked like the talons of some predatory beast, and finally began to scratch.

Regarding the Incident on June 20, 1983:

Victim was photographer Jiro Tomitake. Deceased was found dead on the shoulder of the road to Okinomiya –the ground was soft enough from recent rain to find traces of some kind of conflict. Deceased ran for a short length, tripped, and thrashed on the ground for several moments. Bruises on body seem to indicate he was struck by assailants with a length of wood similar to the one found a short distance away. Splinters in palms and blood on wood seem to suggest the deceased was using it as a weapon before he fled his prospective attackers. No pursuit indicated on readable ground cover. While prone, the victim then seemed to scratch at his lymph nodes until he struck a major artery. No evidence of drug use.

–Kurado Oishi

10.22 PM, USA Central Time