Masayoshi Kotetsu
April 3rd – Evening
Shinjuku, Streets – Yamagumi Bar
It definitely was one of those days.
When you injected the strange substance into the woman, the effects were quite instantaneous. You saw with your own eyes how the flesh regenerated at a completely ridiculous speed, the sound of bones being mended reaching you as twisted metal bits that had once been bullets were jettisoned out of the girl’s body. Shortly afterwards, the horrible stabs at her side also started disappearing.
She didn’t heal completely, the wounds still remained, but they were much lighter than before, nowhere near life threatening. However, it seemed that in the time that you had taken to inject the syringe’s contents into her wrist, the girl had lost consciousness completely. You tried rousing her, without success, but at least she seemed stable.
You noticed Katsuo had lumbered by your side at some point, a shell-shocked stare directed at the girl and her miraculous healing.
“Streets’re empty.” He spat out. “There were some strange people, gaijin-looking, standin’ around half a street down, but they evacuated in a black van, nabbed four schoolgirls before they did.”
“There was a very strange woman with ‘em.” He paused, hesitant, you could noticed he was struggling to explain what he had witnessed. “Seemed… inhuman.” He grudgingly declared that word.
You frowned, this was getting too X-files for your taste, but Katsuo didn’t give you time to think.
“You don’t get it, the streets‘re empty. There ain’t a single person ‘round!” Granted, this wasn’t the single most transited joint in Tokyo, but you were sure there should be people around the street at these hours. Hell, it was pretty much peak hour for bar-goers. In fact, you were sure that by now the place should be practically crawling with cops. The commotion would’ve attracted every onlooker in miles. Something was very wrong here.
“Tried calling our guys. But I’ve got no signal.”