Title: Shin2 Dan
Chapter: Forty-seven - Price of Truth: Death (3)
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Title: Shin2 Dan
Chapter: Forty-six - Price of Truth: Death (2)
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|Title: Shin2 Dan
Chapter: Forty-five - Price of Truth: Death (1)
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“Shida-san! Shida-san!”

Kamiki’s anxious voice behind her, calling out to her, but Shida didn’t care about anything anymore She run with all her might, as if afraid of Kamiki catching up, or was it because she’s afraid that her past will catch up. But not noticing the crack on the ground, she tripped and fell. She stays like that, with tears ( Read more... )

In the small room lit with fluorescence light, old papers and binders are scattered all over. You can see it on the desks, on the wall, and even crumbled ones on the ground. A small trash bin was filled with rubbish, and next to them is half eaten cup of noodles with hovering flies. Sitting on a chair was a slightly chubby man, busy concentrating ( Read more... )

“So?” Fukuda asked as the men in masks and no mask have hidden themselves behind the confinement of the other room.

“So what?” Shida replies.

“So did you recognize him?

“Who?”

“Fox-san of course. Who else am I talking about?”

Shida rolls her eyes, “Why would I know some kidnapper?”

“Well he did say you look familiar. So I thought...”

“You ( Read more... )

After a while, Yamada turns to him and closes his own keitai. “I called Mirai’s house, and they said she’s not home yet.”

Kamiki almost did a double take, but instead, he just stares at Yamada as if he has lost his mind.

“What is it?”

“I thought you’re calling the cops!” Kamiki answered, almost yelling. “They are kidnapped for god’s sake!”

“ ( Read more... )

The view from the windows near the ceiling show the day has completely turns into night. It seems like a good 2 hours has passed, but Fukuda wasn’t entirely sure. Though her memory was very good, she wasn’t very good at keeping time without a watch. She just knows that her stomach is grumbling, which mean way past 8 o’clock, her usual dinner time. ( Read more... )

Kamiki and Yamada traces their way back to their school, hoping to find Fukuda loitering around somewhere. But to their disappointment, the girl was nowhere in sight.

“Well, anything?”

With his keitai pressed to his ears, Yamada shakes his head once again. “Nope, she still didn’t pick up. Something must have happen.”

“What should I do?” Kamiki ( Read more... )

Fukuda slowly opens her eyes and raise her head. But as soon as she begins to move her neck, a sharp pain caused her to whimper. She was about to raise her hand and rub the sore spot, but quickly realized that both her hands and feet are bound, with her back to a wooden pole. She tries her best to struggle, but it was all useless as the ropes are ( Read more... )