It was a story that probably only had significance to the people living in this island country. The rise of delinquents and violent gangs. Multiple murders. Twisted limbs. An unknown and sick murderer. All of this culminated with the destruction of Broad Bridge and the cause of the damage was never discovered nor was there an exact reason for its ruin. July 1998 was a memorable month for the people of Mifune and while conspiracy theories and speculation was rampant for a while, like all things, it cooled down and the memories faded away in the minds of the people who were not involved.
The cause also faded away into obscurity. The only way to pay for what she had done was to live with the burden she had suddenly found herself with. July 1998 would be the ghost that would haunt this young woman who by all means should be dead.
But she was alive.
She was in pain.
She will probably always hurt.
But she knows that hurting and pain is what made life worth living.
HELL'S KITCHEN, NEW YORK: Present Day
Asagami Fujino can't see.
She can't see, not very well anyways, as her captors found out quickly enough. It was probably why they decided to snatch her away from her family after they found an opportunity presented in the form of her walking out into the empty hotel lobby late at night as she tried to find the staff that were conveniently not there to assist her in her time of need. Fujino was taken completely and totally by surprise, knocked out before she can even let out a noise as her cane clattered on the ground.
She can't see, but when she comes to, she can hear the other girls, some from the same hotel. They were crying, whimpering, one of them praying to God. Oddly enough, Fujino's first thought was how strange the throbbing pain in her head felt. It was foreign, but it was there. She woke up so quietly that none of the others notice her. She gropes around and feels the solid metal wall. One of the girls bangs against the storage unit's walls, screaming to get out. Her pleas are met with derisive laughter and a loud kick, yelling back in a foreign language, the equivalent of, "Shut up!"
A fellow kidnapee finally notices Fujino and lets out a tired sigh of relief. ]
"O-Oh, you're awake... Thank god, I thought they might have killed you!"
[Fujino replies slowly and deliberately. She's thinking. Wondering if it's a good idea to draw upon her "sight" again... She offers the other person a serene smile despite the darkness inside the storage unit.]
I'm fine. I hurt a little, but I'm fine.
[The reply she gets is dark and devoid of hope.]
Won't be for long... Those sons of bitches, they're gonna ship us off to god knows where!"
[The connotations don't need an explanation. Fujino understands.]
... Is someone going to help?
[She could help. She could do something. Asagami Fujino is more than capable of retaliating against their captors. But 1998 still haunts her to this day and she knows that even if she did something, even if she threw herself into this with the best of intentions, it would not erase what had happened.
If anything, things could get worse.
What if she enjoyed it again?
The girl shakes and wraps her arms around herself sobbing.]
W-We've been screaming our heads off and see what it did?! No one's coming! No one can hear us now!"
remaining senses
It was a story that probably only had significance to the people living in this island country. The rise of delinquents and violent gangs. Multiple murders. Twisted limbs. An unknown and sick murderer. All of this culminated with the destruction of Broad Bridge and the cause of the damage was never discovered nor was there an exact reason for its ruin. July 1998 was a memorable month for the people of Mifune and while conspiracy theories and speculation was rampant for a while, like all things, it cooled down and the memories faded away in the minds of the people who were not involved.
The cause also faded away into obscurity. The only way to pay for what she had done was to live with the burden she had suddenly found herself with. July 1998 would be the ghost that would haunt this young woman who by all means should be dead.
But she was alive.
She was in pain.
She will probably always hurt.
But she knows that hurting and pain is what made life worth living.
Asagami Fujino can't see.
She can't see, not very well anyways, as her captors found out quickly enough. It was probably why they decided to snatch her away from her family after they found an opportunity presented in the form of her walking out into the empty hotel lobby late at night as she tried to find the staff that were conveniently not there to assist her in her time of need. Fujino was taken completely and totally by surprise, knocked out before she can even let out a noise as her cane clattered on the ground.
She can't see, but when she comes to, she can hear the other girls, some from the same hotel. They were crying, whimpering, one of them praying to God. Oddly enough, Fujino's first thought was how strange the throbbing pain in her head felt. It was foreign, but it was there. She woke up so quietly that none of the others notice her. She gropes around and feels the solid metal wall. One of the girls bangs against the storage unit's walls, screaming to get out. Her pleas are met with derisive laughter and a loud kick, yelling back in a foreign language, the equivalent of, "Shut up!"
A fellow kidnapee finally notices Fujino and lets out a tired sigh of relief. ]
"O-Oh, you're awake... Thank god, I thought they might have killed you!"
[Fujino replies slowly and deliberately. She's thinking. Wondering if it's a good idea to draw upon her "sight" again... She offers the other person a serene smile despite the darkness inside the storage unit.]
I'm fine. I hurt a little, but I'm fine.
[The reply she gets is dark and devoid of hope.]
Won't be for long... Those sons of bitches, they're gonna ship us off to god knows where!"
[The connotations don't need an explanation. Fujino understands.]
... Is someone going to help?
[She could help. She could do something. Asagami Fujino is more than capable of retaliating against their captors. But 1998 still haunts her to this day and she knows that even if she did something, even if she threw herself into this with the best of intentions, it would not erase what had happened.
If anything, things could get worse.
What if she enjoyed it again?The girl shakes and wraps her arms around herself sobbing.]
W-We've been screaming our heads off and see what it did?! No one's coming! No one can hear us now!"