Detective
“Don't be loud, okay?”
“Okay...”
“Look! There is a statue of Oyashiro-sama!”
“Oh my god! It's huge!”
“Yeah, I know...”
“What are these...things?!”
“These are...dissection tools!”
“O-o-oh my good! AAAH!”
“The villagers are surviving out of demon-blood!”
“That isn't true!!”
“It is! You're friends are murderers!”
“No!!! I don't believe that!”
“I'm sorry, little boy, but that's true!”
That couldn't be! That was too...strange. Demons didn't exist! Mion and the others couldn't be demons! They were too nice...
What if, if he said the truth? He told me, that every year on Watanagashi someone had to die, because the “demons” were going to dissect the person and eat his innards. That was so icky!!!
I took a piece of cotton and did the same like the others...
I threw the cotton into the river.
After all I ran to my house. My parents weren't at home, so I was alone, alone in the darkness. What should I have done, when one of these demons came into my house? I was really despaired...
The photographer – I knew he was a detective - gave me his phone number. I had to call him, when I saw something ominous.
