Chapter Twenty-Four: Child:
She has no name. She doesn’t remember who her family is. She has no home. This child only knows that she has to get to Ikebukuro before it’s too late. She can’t remember why. Something was at steak if she didn’t.
The child barely talks. But she sure eats a lot. The man at the ramen shop debated on calling the police to report her. However, he didn’t know how to explain the situation. The man gave up on trying to get her to talk. Was she mute? Did she understand any Japanese? The child didn’t look like she was Japanese.
For now, she was hidden in the kitchen until after hours.
Tonight, she’s not alone in her head. She has dreams there is a tall mirror in the darkness. It speaks to her. She can’t really hear the voice. She doesn’t know what it is saying. She couldn’t see who was in the mirror. Who was reaching out to her? What did they want from her? Was this why she had to get to Ikebukuro?
“What happened to your eye?” the nice man asked in real life. The child put her hand to her right eye. She seemed to understand him. But, she also didn’t seem to have an answer.
“You can’t stay here, you know?” the cook asked. The child looked at him, silent.
“Do you have anywhere else to go?” he asked. Silence. Someone had to have reported her missing. But there were no children around Tokyo reported missing. That didn’t make any sense. Someone had to have been missing a daughter somewhere.
The man already made up his mind to call the police. He waited until the early hours of the morning before he had to open the shop. The cook looked down to see the little girl sound asleep on the kitchen floor. Once he was sure that she was asleep, he slipped into the back of the alley and made the call.
“119, what is your emergency?” the operator asked.
“Um… I have a lost child in my restaurant,” the man said. “She’s been with me for a couple weeks now.”
“Do you know anything about her?” the operator asked.
“No,” he said. “She doesn’t seem to know anything about herself either. I tried talking to her, but she won’t give me any answers.”
“Is she hurt in anyway?”
“Except for a large scar on her right eye, no. Not from what I saw.”
“Where is the child now?”
“In my kitchen at the Lucky Noodle shop. I’m in Shinjuku. I have a giant crane sign on top of the front. You can’t miss it.”
“Okay, we will send police on the way.”
“Thank you so much. I will try to keep her here until then.” The cook hung up and took a breath.
“Right,” he said to himself. The cook turned and walked back inside. He had convinced himself that he did the right thing.
Meanwhile, the child started to have another vision.