Psychic Detective Yakumo / Shinrei Tantei Yakumo

ANOTHER FILES - the tower of judgement

File 01 - The Ghost of the Clock Tower

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That clock tower stood in the centre of the university campus -

The fifteen-metre tall brick tower had a room on the top floor. It was constructed like the lookout of a mediaeval castle.

However, the needles of the clock were stopped pointing at eleven fifty-five.

Though it was said that it had broken in an air raid or had been struck by lightning, few knew the truth.

There was a strange old rumour about this clock tower -

There was a large full-length mirror in the small room at the top of the tower.

It was said that the mirror was a doorway to the underworld and that you could reunite with the dead if you stood in front of that mirror at eleven fifty five -

However, nobody had ever confirmed that mirror.

Because those that reunited with the dead were taken away to the underworld -

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The man silently climbed the stairs -

The stairs within the clock tower.

There was an atrium inside the tower with stairs that circled the walls.

With just the faint light of the torch in his hand, he went up the stairs one step at a time.

The smell of dust and mould assaulted his nose.

After reaching the midway point, the man stopped, feeling like somebody had called out to him.

He turned around and looked down the stairs, but it was dark and he couldn't see below him. He didn't plan on going back even if somebody had called him anyway.

- I need to confirm the truth.

That was the man's strong will.

There was a room at the top of this clock tower. He had heard a rumour that there was a large full-length mirror there which you could meet the dead with if you stood in front of it.

The man wanted to confirm the truth of that rumour.

He knew that most of these rumours were false, but he had still stepped into the clock tower.

The man had somebody he wanted to meet no matter what. That person was somebody no longer in this world. A resident of the underworld.

After some time, he reached the top -

Unlike the stairs, there was a window that let in the light. Though it was night, the moonlight made it possible for him to see fairly well.

A circle had used this room in the past.

They had left behind an assortment of clutter, of course including things like desks and chairs.

In the front of the room - the wall with the clock - stood the full-length mirror, alone.

The oval mirror, supported by a pedestal, had curling ivy decorating the frame. It appeared fairly old.

The mirror's surface was dirty with dust, but it let out an unsettling presence which made you think the rumour might be true.

However, there wasn't anything strange about the mirror itself.

The man checked his wristwatch. It would soon be eleven fifty-five.