~ Sunday 7:00 AM ~
[ I don't want to wake up... Damn It... I'm supposed to do something today, but what I should do? ]
[ Maybe I should just sleep some more... Rest is an important part of life, maybe I am disrespecting some deity... That... Makes sense... That's why I feel... Bad these days, I've been disrespecting some deity related to rest, and they made something to me, I should pray today at last ]
[ Wait... Didn't I plan to go out with Fujiwara today? ]
[ What happened on Saturday? Did I work as usual? don't remember anything different, maybe I should see a medic, no I'm fine, it's just some stress, I will wake up better tomorrow, as I normally would ]
[ How is the time today? ]
Sato lazily picks up her phone, a simple iPhone 3gs, despite being old, it works well for her needs, May 13th, the month when temperatures start to rise.
[ 9° Celsius eh? ]
The air humidity is still relatively controllable, Tokyo averages 57.2 Fahrenheit, something that eventually becomes unbearable in high summer.
[ Why do I feel so cold today? Am I getting I'll? Not so early damn, I still have much to do ]
[ I will sleep some more... Maybe if I take a warm bath I will feel better, or maybe a cold to wake me up, no I shouldn't abuse it ]
~ 9:00 AM, Ikebukuro Hikawa Shrine ~
A simple and elegant architectural style, with a red torii gate at the entrance and a wooden main hall, the Shrine has a peaceful and serene atmosphere, contrasting with the bustle of the surrounding city.
[ What's making me take more time? Am I walking slowly? Well, I'm on the exact time, now where is she? ]
???: "Hey Sato, I'm here"
Fujiwara slowly walks closer, looking to the sides, worry can be seen on her face, and her steps loudly can be heard.
"Hm? Oh hello, Fujiawara, I just arrived as well"
"Sorry, I'm a little late"
"I think we both lost time today, is something wrong Fujiwara?"
"No nothing, is just that... My knees have been a problem these days"
"I see"
"Can you hold my bag? I think I need to use a bathroom first, sorry"
"No problem"
[ Hm... Maybe I shouldn't pray for luck today, what exactly do I need? Maybe health, I feel better now that I'm in a holy place, it's like I am on the wind, maybe I just need to do a casual walk, my head is more clear now, I should buy some ice cream and spend this day studying ]
[ I will think later about this, I should focus more on the moment ]
[ ThisTorrii gate is quite beautiful, I feel at peace now, maybe I should... Try to be a maiden? Hm... Maybe that's my destiny, and not to fulfill my parent's wishes ]
[ No I should find a way to do both, so many things to think about ]
Sato looks at the sky, which is bright, and filled with hope, some of the sun's rays illumine the shrine, making a perfect time for photos, no kids playing in the near playground, a piece of music can be heard, emptiness, the way leading to the holy house is full of nothing.
[ Enter ye in at the strait gate... Huh? A policeman? ]
"Excuse me, lady, can I please see your bag?"
"Uh... Sir, that bag is not mine, it belongs to a friend"
"Can I see your "friend" bag?"
"Uh... It's yours"
The policeman quickly unzipped the bag, to find two smartphones and a couple of cigarettes.
"Sorry lady, but you are under arrest, for stealing smartphones, come with me peacefully, for now, you have the right of staying silent"
"Uh...? How... Sir?"
"These two smartphones belong to different people, we tracked them leading to you, I will ask one more time, come with me peacefully"
"A-alright sir..."
Kobãn, the smallest and most common type of police station, is responsible for patrolling a certain area, responding to emergencies, providing directions, registering bicycles, and handling minor crimes. Sato slowly enters with the policeman, despite the fear, she stands in an erect posture, the small office has a desk, a phone, a computer, a radio, and some equipment, and other two policemen are present as well.
~ Kobãn police station, interrogatory, 9:23 AM ~
???: "My name is Jiro Nishimura, and he is Kato Murakami, If you answer with the truth and only the truth, things may o easier for you"
Jiro Nishimura: "Why did you steal the phones?"
"I... Didn't, I was to pray today and hang out for a while..."
Kato Murakami: "Don't lie to us, we tracked both smartphones leading to your bag, you were waiting for someone to unlock them, and you tried to unlock yourself several times, making boshutdownsown"
"No, I wasn't... I've been tired these days... I just wanted to pray for help and buy some protection"
Jiro Nishimura: "We've checked your documents, lady Akira Sato, you didn't have any crime until now, if you confess what you did, your punishment will be light"
"I didn't steal any phone! Why would I do this..."
Jiro looks at Kato, and both nod in agreement, Sato looks down at the table and slowly starts to fumble her legs, she crosses her fingers and starts to hold very tightly.
[ I'm doomed... Why is this happening to me? Shouldn't good things happen with good people? What I did do wrong? Where I messed up? ]
Kato Murakami: "You don't plan to cooperate, do you? We didn't only find the smartphones, but your "thing" as well"
"What?"
Kato Murakami: "We didn't only find cigarettes, but drugs as well, we didn't identify yet, but we find weed hidden in your bag"
"Huh!? I would never use any kind of drug! I never smoke in my life!"
Akira Sato despairing hits the table with both hands and stands up, she immediately felt regret, seeing Jiro smirk at her.
Jiro Nishimura: "Put her in the cell again, use this time to reflect on your actions, Akira Sato"
* 30 minutes later *
???: "Ms. Sato, we are here to move you to the prefectural police... D.. e..."
[ Am I... Not hearing well? Why that blur? Am I... losing consciousness? ]
Stress, anxiety, and depression, are all "diseases" that can cause many types of symptoms, causing different reactions in people, one of them is the loss of consciousness, stress can stimulate the vagus nerve, making the pulse rate and blood pressure weaker.
~ ???, ??? ~
???: "Are you listening Miss?"
"Sorry... I just spaced out for a time, you were talking about?"
???: "We were talking about what we know so far, you've been accused of cell phone theft and drug use, and we have no proof of your innocence yet, both smartphones don't have your fingerprint, but you were caught wearing gloves, the exams don't show any use of drugs in your body, any, but they believe you were to use them or use with another person, they found no evidence in your smartphone and apartment"
"No... Cameras?"
???: "The suspect woman looks similar to you, the cameras didn't catch her face but the vestments are the same as you were using, and the height is also similar"
"Didn't they talk with Fujiwara yet?"
???: "She is suspected of incriminating you, but she stays in freedom due to lack of evidence"
"I lost the sense of time... When I will eat again?"
???: "Nearly half an hour of wait, you still don't want to plead for cognitive illness? That may be the best shot"
"It's pointless if I receive a punishment later on, I will endure it... I just need to have hope"
???: "You can't forget about the possibility of paying for the caused problems, my time is running out, I will see you in court"
"Goodbye, thanks for everything"
[ So... Here am I alone... Again, It has been a month? Maybe I should have asked before... Well, can't say I expected this all... Maybe I'm being just an ordinary fool... But I want to believe I was a good girl... I miss my own food... My skin doesn't feel the same as It was when I took care... I'm... I am an idiot... But I'm a good idiot, so it's alright ]
[ Is not that bad, right? If what he said before is true, I should have suffered way more here, physical harm, sleep deprivation, and more pressure... More pressure? What do my parents think of me now... Well, it... It can't be helped... I should have stayed at home and rested, but I disobeyed that... That's my crime, and I must pay... No? Will Yama judge me tomorrow? Am I in fact... Dead? ]
[ Yeah... I'm dead, that's the truth... The world is quiet and the color is wrong... I have no words to describe how I feel ]
The world is enormous, yet many are locked.