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The Hazy Figure

  24 Hours Later: Tokyo, Japan

After I check into my motel room, I down the rest of my coffee and change to warmer clothes as I let my hair down in it's natural puff. Feeling less tired with my coffee, I head out the door and take a train downtown to the police station.

I board the train and take a seat, looking at my purse in reassurance. Since I'm alone this time around I'm prepared with pepper spray, a taser, and a pocket knife if needed. I'm surrounded by ordinary people, going about their daily lives.To think that any of these people could know Yana's killer. The problem is that I have no leads until I talk with Daichi.

After Yana's funeral we got a voicemail saying that his men had fixed the video from the security camera. I called him to inform him I would be coming back to see the clip among other things. When I get off at my stop I'm surrounded by a diverse set of people. Teens in their crazy street fashion, women in traditional wear, and men in suits. They're all part of the same culture but the beauty of individuality shines through. It's one of the things I love about Japan.

As I continue towards the station I pass chain fast food restaurants that are familiar back home, small cafes with floor to ceiling windows, tourist spots, and many nice sit in restaurants. All with bright signs written in kanji. After my short walk, I arrive at the police station. Daichi greets me an awkward smile. He probably doesn't deal with a lot of victim's family and if he does he still doesn't know how to act around them.

"Ms.Byers, how are things?" he asks.

"Things are- well they're difficult, but I'm working through it with my family. How are you? Is there any other news?" He gestures for me to follow him to his office.

"I'm fine. There is nothing new though, sorry." He says as he shuts the door and brings the laptop to face us as he sits next to me. I see Yana, she's standing in front of a store in her favorite black jacket. The picture quality is a little fuzzy but she's there and seeing her even through a screen makes tears spring to my eyes. What happened was my fault. It's too soon to not cry.

"Just a fair warning some of the sounds on this video are kind of...disturbing." How could that be? Last time we talked, he made it as if all we saw was Yana running. I take a breath.

"Okay. I'm ready, play it." It starts with Yana pulling on the door handle to discover it's locked and then the lights go out. It's so dark you can only make her out in the moonlight. Then there's whispering, it's coming from a scratchy voice and as Yana defensively turns around I see that there's a black smokey looking smudge behind her. What the fuck is that? It says "Kuchisake.." something, the rest I couldn't really catch. Yana runs around the foggy blob only for it to reappear in front of her. Whatever that hazy thing is it's definitely not human. Could that be her killer? I look closer, it's I can see a silhouette under the haze, but it warps like a twisted old tree throughout the clip.

The dark hazy figure asks a question, but why is it asking if it's pretty? Yana, shakes in fear before she pepper sprays the blob and runs. That's the last we see of Yana as she runs away leaving the otherworldly hazed figure thrashing around and screeching in pain. Then the clip ends and my sister is gone once again.