Ginza

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic


The dark truth behind the veil.

Submitted: September 10, 2018

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The backstreets of the Ch?? ward are swarming with ominous occurrences, blood stains the damp wooden walls hidden from the lights of the city. The shrill voices that lie in the shadows barely scratch the walls which separate nightmares from reality.

 
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Betsu ni. Nothing is wrong.
 
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A man walks along with his earphones in, listening to Carlos Toshiki & OMEGA TRIBE's Downtown Mystery, oblivious to the real abstruseness which thrives in the obscurity of the alleyways of the Ginza prefecture. This man gets the Marunouchi line to Chiyoda everyday, returning to his family. He carries his briefcase and moves swiftly, with no distractions. He whips his left hand up and checks his watch for a brief moment. A glance further to the left would have revealed more than just the 8:35 tick-tocking on his wrist.
 
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Kneeling down on the floor, she looks up at an unusual looking man. His eyes dark and soulless, and an evil grin slowly and satisfyingly paints itself on his pale face. Like Picasso would drag his paintbrush along his canvas; Abstract is the only way to describe his intentions. She closes her eyes and let's her heart bleed to his content. Her tears flow down her cheek, like a sakura flower does along a river. A calm, soft breeze carries the flower gently to rest.
 
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The men stand before one another. The creases along their ferocious faces, bleed along each corner, like ink on paper. They spit their words out viciously, like dogs barking over an old bone, which is too big for either of their mouths anyway... But that never stops the two dogs. No. Sense doesn't make sense. The men and the pack behind each of them sway around like trees in a storm. The gap between the two becomes smaller. A thud, a curse and a howl is all that is needed for men to come to an agreement. Wads of cash fly from the left, a little translucent bag filled with a temporary solution flies from the right. Broken lights keep flickering unless they are fixed, but there aren't many who care about dim, damaged lights.


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