The desire to hold ones hand lay within the blood stained hands of another. Lifeless lay Miho, silently waiting to escape the suffering, the endless anguish; into the hands of the creator. She wanted to soar away from her ravaged soul; alas, her body lay motionless, paralyzed by her broken wings.
Victim 1- Miho Kawate
Miho was a 35 year old taxi driver. She had lived with her father, taking care of him between work breaks. In his vegetative state, Miho had to feed, wash, and change him daily.
She'd worked the night shift; from 9pm till 5am. Interminably pressing on the gas, aimlessly driving in circles, this is what she did.
Miho hated the taxi work. It was degrading, in a way stripping her of her youth. In the past she'd gotten a few creeps who'd harass her as she drove. She'd learned to ignore everyone.
As a young woman of subtle beauty, Miho would use her looks to manipulate those around her. Her childlike face bared eyes that glimmered a silvery grey; dulled by many years of repetition. Her curvy but gaunt figure gave her a model-like body. Claiming a man's heart wasn't a problem.
Despite her many attributes, Miho banished herself to the "metal box" that depressed her. She allowed her divorce to repeat endlessly in her mind. It had ended in a custody battle in which she'd lost her young son.
Being unable to see his little crying face slowly killed her.
The look of innocence on her face hid the deep churning of hatred within the depths of her crushed heart. To rewind time is all she wanted.
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Mystery / ThrillerThe reoccurring murders of arbitrary civilians around Tokyo has shaken the nation. Disguised as suicides, the secrets lay with the dead. Detectives are faced with the task of discovering the motives and uncanny patterns that surface. Gonkuro Ok...
