Halo Sixteen: Kana:
I haven’t been sleeping too well lately.
I keep having strange visions. And I haven’t been drinking much lately either. I can’t explain what I have been seeing. The only person that knows about my visions is my therapist, Otomo Aya. Today, I walked up the psychological clinic. My hand trembled as I touched the door handle. Despite baring all of my secrets to my therapist, I didn’t know how she would handle what I was going to say today. I rubbed my forehead and breathed in slowly.
I can do this.
Once I got myself together, I pushed open the door and went inside.
Today’s session started off with me fidgeting on the couch like I normally do. Otomo-sensei had her notepad out, taking notes.
“Is there something you wanted to share today?” she asked. I pressed my lips together as I looked down at my hands in my lap.
“I have been having strange visions lately,” I said in a low voice. Otomo stopped writing and glanced up at me. My stomach turned no sooner had I said that. Why did I say that? I glanced up and waited for a response.
“What kind of visions?” Otomo-sensei asked. I froze with my hands.
“It’s kind of hard to explain,” I said.
I rubbed my forehead as I tried to think. “Well, I keep seeing this giant tower in the middle of this city. It’s so quiet. Almost like a deathly quiet. The buildings look like they are crumbling and destroyed and there isn’t a single person in sight.”
Otomo-sensei took down her notes. “Is that all?”
I shook my head. “Sometimes, I am floating above the city.” I looked around for a bit. “Have you been seeing any cats around the city lately?”
“Anyway, what other visions have you been having?”
I thought about everything that I had seen since this morning. “I have seen a woman wearing a dress the color of blood.”
“I haven’t been drinking too much lately either.”
I clinched my fists as I swallowed a mouthful of air. “Yes. My last drink was five days ago.”
Otomo-sensei stopped writing her notes. “I see. Have you told anyone else about these visions?”
“No!” I tried to calm myself down. This is between my therapist and me. Whatever I say is going to be kept in confidentially, right? I should feel safe here to talk about what’s been plaguing me, right?
After the first session that she heard her patient’s visions, Aya placed a phone call when the psychological clinic closed down for the night.
“Hello?” Kitano asked on the other line.
“Kitano-san, I think I have a little problem,” she said, rubbing her forehead.
“You see, one of my patient is starting to have visions.”
“What kind of visions?”
Aya flipped through her notes. “She seems to be seeing the Woman in Red and the city’s aftermath of our game.”
“What can this all mean?”
“Aw, yes. You’ve come across an important treasure in our game.”
A puzzled look came onto Aya’s face. “Why do you say that?”
“First, we have to know if what you are saying is correct. It sounds we might have a scribe.”
“A scribe? Wait, you mean…?”
“Only one way for us to find out. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to be the first one to find a scribe so quickly this time. They don’t come to you until we’ve opened about five gates. This is really good.”
“Why is that?”
“I think everything is moving at a fast pace this time.”
“Is that good?”
“It’s too early to say for now. Let’s get back to the potential scribe.”
The younger psychiatrist looked around her office before turning back to her phone. “What do you want me to do with her in the mean time?”
“Observe her,” Kitano said. “Get her to talk more about her visions. Take as many notes as you can. If they start to change and get more detailed, then she is a scribe.”
“Yes sir.” Another thought crossed Aya’s mind. “Although, there is something I wanted to talk to about for a few days now.”
“Oh?” Kitano asked.
His colleague sat back in her chair. “You see, I have this junior colleague here at the clinic.”
Her name was Yamaguchi Sadako.
Three days ago, she walked up to Aya’s office at the clinic and knocked on the door.
“Enter,” Aya said. She looked up to see a young lady dressed in a light purple dress suit and heels. The older woman gave her a puzzled look.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Sadako closed the door behind her. Despite everything she had seen in Tandeki’s game, something about this young lady gave Aya the creeps.
“Senpai, can I ask you something?” Sadako asked.
“Okay…” the older woman said. The psychiatrist who was in her 20′s walked like a ghost when she made her way over to Aya’s desk.
“Is it possible to kill a patient through pushing thoughts of suicide into their heads?” she asked.
“Pardon?” Aya asked. Sadako began smiling as she pressed her finger tips together.
“I have always wanted to try and see if I could kill somebody by pushing thoughts of suicide in their head,” she admitted. “I currently have a patient who is a dancer and has been battling depression since she was fifteen.” Her eyes lit up as she talked. For a second, Aya was reminded of Yayoi or Yuka when they walked about Mikado/Chirin. She probably should report this as misconduct to her superiors. This was not what a therapist wasn’t supposed to do.
Aya leaned in with her eyes narrowed. “Go on.”
“Go on?” Sadako asked, blinking.
“Why come to me?” Aya asked. “Are you trying to get me to talk you out of it or encourage you to try it?”
“I don’t know, really.”
“Then why tell me any of this at all? How can you be so sure that I won’t report you for misconduct to our superior?” Aya felt a chill run down her spine as Sadako smiled at her.
“I know you won’t,” the younger woman said. “Because you and I are alike in many ways.” Her words struck something inside of Aya.
“What about her?” Kitano asked over the phone back in present day.
Aya pushed her bangs away from her forehead. “Her name is Yamaguchi Sadako and she wants to kill a patient by encouraging them to commit suicide.”
“Does she have a victim in mind?”
“Yes, Yamaguchi-san told me it was a dancer battling depression since she was fifteen.
“How does she plan to execute this plan?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why does she want to do this?”
“She wouldn’t say.”
“And why come to you? Does she want you talk her out of it or encourage her?”
“She doesn’t know herself.”
“And how do you feel about this?”
Aya got up and walked over to her window. “To be honest, I am quite curious about her plan. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to see her go through with it.”
“And the point of your inquiry is?” Kitano asked.
“What should I do?” she asked. “The right thing is to turn her in, but I want to see her plan come to full fruition. Any suggestions?”
“Hm… the plan actually sounds interesting,” he said. “Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to have more blood knights.”
“Oh? How many do we have thus far?”
“Two, but we need twelve.”
“So… What should I do with Yamaguchi-san in the meantime?”
“Talk to her and engage her. Get her to flush out the details in her plan and figure out her motives of contacting you.”
“Thank you, sir.” Aya hung up and felt her heart jump into a flutter. Kitano knew exactly how to make her feel needed.
Otomo-sensei seems to want to me talk about my visions in our sessions lately. Her interest in them is giving me the creeps. It didn’t help that these visions have started to change of the past few days. They feel too real. I can’t tell my husband about them. He would think that I started relapsing again.
This evening’s session broke something down inside of me.
Otomo-sensei looked me in the eye like she was training a shot gun on me.
“So tell me, Kawamata-san,” she said. “Have your visions changed in any way?” I froze when she asked.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I said in a small voice. I could already see the swirling fire consuming the city. I couldn’t stomach the burning hair and flesh. I gulped as I sucked in a mouthful of air.
“Go on,” Otomo-sensei said. “Take your time if you need to.”
“Why do you insist on talking about these visions?” I asked.
“Do you remember what I told you?”
I drew my knees to my chest. “You have to let out your problems or else they will eat you up inside.”
It felt more like she was forcing my visions out of me for her own entertainment. Suddenly, my heart stopped in my chest for a second. My breath started to get cold. Otomo-sensei’s voice sounded so distant.
“Kawamata-san?” she asked. My breathing became choked up as another vision consumed me.
The air around me felt hot. I saw the streets of Ikebukuro again, but they were empty. Crumbling buildings and streets looked to be growing by the minute. Shadows the color of blood spilled over everything. The silence made it worse. There wasn’t even a stray animal in sight. It felt like I was floating above everything. My body felt like it was rising and I could see the rest of Tokyo. The red shadows began to spread over the rest of the city.
My chest grew tight as more images flashed before my eyes. The room began spinning before everything turned black.
When I awoke, Otomo-sensei stood over me, looking down. I lay on my back, panting. My therapist looked at me with cold eyes.
“Did you have another vision?” she asked. I nodded as I trembled. Otomo-sensei sank down to my side.
“Tell me everything that you saw,” she said in low voice. I broke down and couldn’t stop talking. She wouldn’t let me go until I had told her everything.
My knees felt like jelly outside of the clinic. I rubbed my forehead as I took in slower breaths. What happened in there? I grabbed onto my arms and shivered. I don’t like any of this one bit. I need a drink. I tried to ignored the black cats watching me on the street.
However, I realized I wasn’t alone.
I looked up to see a boy of eighteen-years-old with spikey black in a white and green jacket with jeans staring at me from across the street with an eyepatch of his right eye. I could feel an air of sympathy surrounding him.
I have seen him from somewhere.