Doppelganger ch. 7
Reserved for lasleels
7: Depending on Me
‘Specially ‘round here.
[sign]: Kanagawa Prefectural Police Headquarters
7: Depending on Me
Don’t meet with the victims.
Someone will remember that once the incident occurs.
What’s the rush fer?
People done speak fast what they’re nervous,
and hidin’ yer palm means a man’s got somethin’ he right wants t’keep hidden.
Somethin’ been weighin’ on yer mind as o’ late?
They’ll send you to death row on false charges.
That swollen eyelid’s a Quincke’s edema.
Somethin’ what comes from stress. <small: Or from food or drug allergies, sometimes. >
Who in the world…?
Anything happens, gimme a buzz. <small: World’s a mighty fearsome place. Can give ya a right fright. >
[card]: Kanagawa Prefectural Police Headquarters Detective, First Investigative Branch / Danki Gensaburou.
/ A detective!
See ya ‘round.
I ever met you somewhere? <small: Your face looks mighty familiar. >
[box]: First Investigative Branch
He’s this here fellow.
[magazine, right side]: Young Sculptor
[magazine, left side]: Kenzaki Makoto / After providing sculptures for a popular drama, ----- sudden attention
Kenzaki Makoto, eh?
…It couldn’t be.
Hey, who’s the detective who captured you?
The man stuck to me like glue, and was abnormally suspicious.
Geh! That’s the worst person who could’ve seen me with Kinugawa.
How do I tell him?
Of all things, I go from talking about Makoto to running square into the guy. <small: Hey, what was he doin’ by my shop? >
Can’t be. I mean, that person’s…
We’ve gone out into the middle of nowhere…
Hey… I know this place.
Which means it’s really…?
[sfx]: Ding-dong x2
Ain’t you gonna open up?
…Whatever. I’m outta here.
I just hear something?
…Guess it was my imagination.
…Nah. It’s faint, but it’s there. The voice of some brat—no, a girl?
Hey! You all right?!
/ This place reeks of blood.
And it’s dark.
Hey, where are you?!
There’s gotta be someone else here besides him…
…S-Statues? Earthen ones?
…But these masks, they’re not earthen statues.*
*Something sculpted from scratch using only clay.
* A mask created by directly using the form of a person’s face.
I’ve seen more than a few life masks in my time,
[sfx]: Creak x2
but these are damn creepy.
[sfx]: Dink / Roll
/ He’s gotta know I snuck in.
…But since it’s too damn dark for me to have a clue where he is…
He oughta be just as clueless!
S’long as I’m silent, I can get outta here.
/I’ve got my phone!
<TL/N: 110 is the Japanese equivalent of 911>
[phone]: Text received / Natsuki Hikari
[insert]: Yokohama line Doppelganger 1 (Fin)