"I see, you don't remember me, do you? Fair enough. It has been seven years...in fact I'm suprised I recognize you. You know, you can put the gun down...I, promise we won't hurt you...at least, not on purpose. As long as the Message Man is asleep you'll be fine, Ichiro. It's just me right now. I'm so sorry, that after all this time, we meet like this. They told you I was dead, didn't they? Yeah? They lied. No, but I am pretty sure that a part of me did die that day...you still haven't put that gun down, you know that right? That's kinda mean man. Ohhh I get it...the blood...the body...the message...that wasn't me I swear." "Then why are you here - and covered in blood?" "No Ichiro. I'm sorry but I can't tell you. Unless you want an untimely death or part of this... this NIGHTMARE... I'm stuck in...no I can't tell you. I'm not going to be the one to drag you into this." "..." "Listen cause I can tell you this much, I'm not some...Some thug or gangster or anything. If I was, I wouldn't be crying like this, would i? I'm only in this city to make sure these people have the slightest chance if surviving, since you police happen to be so half assed with your jo-.....Ichiro...leave...right...now." "What?" "Get out of here! Run...The Message Man...He's back." "Where is he? How close to us?!" "I'm not insane. Please, know that I'm not insane. I promise I'm not insane-" "Sugita! Where is he?!" "In my head."