But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wound forever
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Opening her eyes, Disha was greeted with familiar ceiling,
covered in a warm blanket, and with a wet cloth placed above her head. Feeling an unevenness from her side, she slowly turned her head.
Her mom was sitting beside her, her eyes closed, peacefully sleeping.
Slowly standing up so as not to wake the precious lady, Disha got out of bed and stood straight.
"I am not feeling feverish anymore, and even the headache is gone," Disha realized. Her condition was better than before.
What worried her now was how long she had been asleep.But before all that, she needed to take care of her mom.
Looking at her mom's sleeping posture
Looking at her mom's sleeping posture, Disha slowly placed her hand on Mom's head, her other hand holding her mom's hand. With utmost care, she lay her mom in bed, making sure not to disturb her peaceful slumber. Tenderly, she covered her with a blanket, ensuring her comfort and warmth.
Disha held an expression of admiration and dreaminess in her eyes as she gazed at the sleeping beauty before her. Her mom was the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life, and by God, she doubted there would be anyone more beautiful than her in the whole world.
But then, Disha noticed the red marks in the corners of her mom's eyes.
She cried!
Because of her.
Because she was careless.
When she was a child. Mom was always Mom for her . It never occurred to her that her mom had once taken her first step, or had once been three or twelve or twenty years old. Mom was Mom. She was born as Mom.
But, Disha's dream of her mom shattered when she saw her running to her uncle like a child. It hadn't dawned on her that her mom was a human being who harbored the exact same feelings she had for her own brothers. This realization led to the awareness that her mom, too, had had a childhood. From then on, Disha sometimes thought of her mom as a child, as a girl, as a young woman, as a newlywed, as a mother who had just given birth to her.
And now,
She felt weird. It was like someone was stabbing her with little needles all over.
There was a lump in her throat.
The guilt of making a lady who once was an innocent child cry wasn't something she wanted to experience. But here she was, the reason for her mom's tears.
If only she had been more careful, and taken the correct medicine.
I looked down, realizing it wasn't time to get emotional. I still needed to do an important job.
Lifting my head, I looked at the wall clock, and the time was ... blurry.
What!
Ah! My glasses. Where are my glasses?
Mom must have removed them when I was sleeping.
My gaze fell on the study desk. A blurry image of something caught my attention... it was my glasses.
Putting on my glasses, I realized it was 9:30.
I remembered I left for school at 2:30. The road is about half an hour, and adding the time I was caught in the Kisaki accident, it was probably 10 minutes.
So, if I were to guess, I arrived after 3 o'clock.
I had been asleep for more than 7 hours.
I sat at my study table, opened the desktop, and took my phone out of my pocket. It was still in my pocket. Mom must have forgotten about it.
Connecting the desktop and phone, I sent the pictures I took, to the desktop and looked at them. I took total of 5 photos
The first picture depicted a girl, Horikita, her photo pasted on the wall. Below it, a set of numbers was accompanied by a series of random symbols.
I examined the symbols and numbers carefully.
"?"
I frowned.
The combination of numbers and symbols appeared more like a jumble than having any discernible meaning. The order of the numbers didn't seem to make sense.
My eyes widened. "No, don't tell me," a realization struck me.
He had created his own language for it. Even if someone found out about it, they couldn't decode it.
I quickly glanced at the other four photos. They were the same.
My eyes remained fixed on the screen. This wasn't something I expected— but I should have.
He didn't have a camera. He possibly left the room for seconds. But still, he was doing all these things, planning an assault. I wouldn't be shocked if he decided to murder someone. He had all this dangerous information in his room. There had to be something that gave him a sense of safety to go without locking.
And it was this, his OWN LANGUAGE.
I frowned a little. But it's okay. I just needed to walk the extra mile to know the date of the assault now. It didn't matter. I could walk.
As far as my knowledge goes, the secret to decoding the language lies in the first picture I took, since it has the most information present, which I am aware of.
In the picture, a photo of Horikita is shown, and in the photo corner, there are three things written.
One is "I5N5Q5J5J5K54"
. Another is "⍨⍟-⍨⍨-⍚〈⍧⍨⍨⍚".
Below it, another symbol is written "⍨⍟-⍨⍨-⍚〈⍧⍨⍨⍚".
I took out a rough copy and started writing on it, trying to find a pattern. I began decoding the language by observing the patterns in the symbols and their corresponding numbers. I started by analyzing the first set of symbols, trying to find any pattern. That set of numbers definitely denoted something, and so did those two symbols.
I started writing.
The language could be a substitution cipher, where each symbol corresponds to a specific letter or number. Let's create a simple substitution cipher for decoding the message.
"C'mon. Do you need to write her name in such a form? It always messes me up. As for date it's even worse ."
I suddenly remembered what Hanma said to Kisaki.
Write the name in weird form
I can only guess but maybe one of those likely are the name of girl .
And another represent date ..is it the date of planning or something related to this ?
.But it need to be connected to Horikita in one way or another, If not it won't be written in her photo .
Let's break down the clues and try to decipher the encoded information:
The symbols and numbers seem to be a custom language created by someone, likely the kisaki .
The first set of symbols and numbers are associated with a photo of Horikita.
.There seems to be a pattern in the arrangement of the symbols and numbers.
The numbers are connected to Horikita, possibly her name or some significant date related to her.get is
I start connecting the dots forming pattern , trying to find pattern of her name with One is "I5N5Q5J5J5K54" or "⍨⍟-⍨⍨-⍚〈⍧⍨⍨⍚". Or "⍨⍟-⍨⍨-⍚〈⍧⍨⍨⍚" .
After spending hours deciphering the code, using trial and error and elimination methods, I finally made some progress.
Here,
H- I5
O- N5
R-S5
I- H5
K-L5
I -H5
T- U5
A-4
Looking at the words, I noticed that the number 5 seems to be used in place of spaces or dashes to separate two letters. As I sat at my desk, trying to find a pattern, my brain started making connections with this number, and I realized a pattern.
For example, taking the name "HORIKITA":
- H, R, K, T were placed on even-numbered positions. Adding 1 to their alphabet positions, we get I, S, L, U.
- The letters placed on odd-numbered positions, like O, I, I, A, correspond to N, H, H, _ when we subtract 1 from their alphabet positions. For example, subtracting 1 from O gives us N. However, when we subtract 1 from A, we don't get any other alphabet, so we replace it with 4.
This pattern seems consistent throughout the code, allowing us to decode it further.
As I continued to decode the pattern, making guesses and finding connections to the numbers,
I realized I needed more information. I reached for my phone and opened the calendar app, where I kept track of the birthdays of people close to me. It's been a habit of mine to save birthdays and set reminders, especially since I've never been good with dates. This habit has saved me from forgetting important occasions in the past and has prevented me from inadvertently upsetting those close to me.
However, there was a problem. I didn't know Horikita's birthday; I only knew Yuna's birthday. it was already 11 o'clock, and he must have fallen asleep by now.
" Horikita, And I have only 8 months of difference" I suddenly jolted , remembering the conversation I once held with Yuna
Heck yeah! .I can find it .Since Yuna birthday was something I saved , I can use it to find pattern
After, an hour I was able to find out that , by using elimination method and other numerical pattern I remember .
0 = ⌀
1 = ∅
2 = 〈
4 = ⍨
5 = ⍩
6 = ⍣
9 = ⍚
As for other, number .I wasn't able to find it , But I found out one of them is Horikita birthday 1 1-04-1990 and another the day 14 -07-2005, probably the day, when they are going to take action
Today is 10 july
But , I understand the dependence of my this decoding on probability, I know I need an alternative method to confirm its accuracy.
It struck me that engaging with Hanma, the individual responsible to lead the event, might offer valuable insights.
By subtly manipulating the conversation, I could potentially extract information that would either validate or challenge my interpretation of the encoded message.
I glanced at my watch; it was 1 o'clock. My mom lay there, sleeping peacefully, bathed in the soft moonlight streaming in through the window, making her appear almost ethereal, like something out of a dream.
'She must be tired' I thought smiling slightly.
After few moments of staring , she turn her attention back to question, As she said she knows all her deduction depend on probability .She need to look at matter more .who knows she might find new clue
I start looking at other photo, my desktop screen opening many tabs and I start analyzing,
Forgetting about my physical needs again
forgetting that I haven't eaten or drink a drop of water for more than 10 hours
Izana sits on a bench as he recognizes he's been burnt down to ashes by himself. If fraternal love was all he had, then why did he actively destroy it? All because he couldn't handle the scorching, sour truth of not properly belonging. He sits and wonders why nothing ever happens anymore now that Shinichiro is dead. He wonders why the world moves on and keeps turning, but everything around him remains impossibly still. He took as much as he could from his brother to build himself around Shinichiro's love, yet he's been left with nothing but an empty hole in his chest. He sits and wonders why he needs a random fourteen-year-old to force him out of his rut—still, his surroundings stay monochrome.
Izana sits on a rooftop as he wonders what it is about being isolated that harms him so much, to the point he can't even acknowledge it. He finds his strength better when being by himself, so isolation should be his best friend, right? Right? He's been alone and abandoned his whole life, so Shinichiro leaving him behind should be no different. He has no one to understand him, no one to keep up with him, no one to sympathize with him—he has no one to be as empty as him.