5th June 2020. 4:32 P.M
"I'm glad I could stay here, Miss Rezat."
"Sure, no problem. I'm sure you could use help in life."
"Yeah.. I am not particularly liked at the moment.."
"Can't imagine why."
It was only two weeks ago since Ai Jisatsu released. Within that short period of time, the documentary was taken off the face of the earth. The producer was taken into custody and interrogated for potentially assisting in the suicide of six missing people.
I was fortunately let go after explaining myself, but I didn't leave without consequences.
My parents threw me out of the house.
All of my social media and personal information was leaked.
Several death threats..
Had it not been for this unknown woman who stepped in, then I would surely be dead.
"Your room's at the end of the hall, make yourself at home."
"I'm forever in your debt for letting me stay here!"
"Sure, sure. Whatever you say."
And that's how I met Yumi. When I was at my absolute lowest.
It's always been like that, hasn't it?
She's done everything for me...
***
"There is absolutely no world in the multiverse where is this a reasonable thing to do. Killing someone and streaming it for some cash."
"I know, Yumi.. So why are we gonna do it?"
"It's a pal's dyin' wish."
I remember that day so clearly. An old friend of Yumi. We three spent the afternoon together, doing all sorts of things. Until I was stationed behind the camera once more.
Yumi undressed to her underwear, and I began recording.
***
We've been doing it ever since haven't we? Murdered people.. Sure, our priorities changed. We only killed convicts unless specifically told otherwise. But we still killed people..
Perhaps that's why this is happening.
We reaped life before their time, and now it's our turn...
No. I won't accept it.
I'm sure this is my fault. Yumi probably got the idea of filming it after she watched AI Jisatsu. I made it. I planted that cancer into her head.
I am the one who should die.
Not her...
I won't allow it..
No..