Part 88: Stargazer

content warning: threat of injury/death to elderly
Obviously, we're not going to make that mistake again!

BGM: WARNING

-Ignore it.
-Answer.
Ten seconds. That's all they get. If I'm lucky, it'll be the police calling because they've noticed something's wrong. That could lead to her being saved. Thinking that, I accept the call.



The voice on the other end of the line belongs to none other than Alan Scorpion. What's with this timing? I dunno what he wants, but I don't have the time to chat right now. God knows why he would even get in contact now, of all times.

There's no sense of concern in his tone at all.

Surprise, there's two different ways you can end up on the third Bad End!

Hear him out. posted:
What is it?
He might actually know what's going on right now. So I decide to hear him out.
Hmph... It would seem I was wrong about your similarity... Perhaps it's for the best that I realize this now. There's nothing I can do for you, unfortunately. Hurry and finish your message.
He hangs up immediately after, without so much as explaining how he knows about my message. I can't call him back either, considering the number was withheld. Not like I have the time to do so. I get back to typing, letting out screams of anguish in the midst of it.
...That's the bad choice!

-Hang up.
-Hear him out.


I shout this into my phone and end the call before he can say another word. It almost sounded like he was laughing, which pisses me off. What the hell did he even want?

I try to focus on typing, all while praying that she's safe. I finish the message and send it in a hurry. It must be just under five minutes. I pray that it goes through. Otherwise...
I get a call right after sending it. It's likely Scale with a new proposition after reading the message.



BGM: Alan



The voice on the other end leaves me speechless. It isn't Scale speaking. It's Alan. It doesn't help that he's saying something so terrifying while I'm still shaken.





BGM: Rinka's Room

Alan goes on to explain everything. Apparently, he predicted what Scale would do and followed him. As hard is it is to believe, he was actually hiding in the trunk of the car that Scale was using. Not long after contacting me, he forced his way into the car proper, knocked Scale out, and saved my gran. Now he's driving back, having left Scale behind.
Now I understand. But something more important is on my mind.



I find myself becoming more alert regarding how vague he's being. He quickly proves that I'm overthinking things, though.


He hangs up and, in doing so, avoids giving me a proper answer. I'm able to call back now because he used my gran's phone, but I guess its battery has died or something.

The sheer stress from it all leaves me wide awake, making my attempt to get back to sleep completely futile. Five minutes of wasted time later, I fire up the browser on my phone and book a ticket for the shinkansen. Alan's right. I can't just sit here not knowing what's happened to my gran. Even assuming that she's fine, there's no doubt that it was a terrifying experience for her. She's pretty tough, all things considered, but this has to be the first time she's been kidnapped by a random foreigner and forced to take sleeping pills. I doubt she'll get over it for a while.
I had planned on keeping the store open all day, but seeing her is more important.
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BGM: Silence

07/01 (SUN), Night
Over half a day has passed since Alan saved Rinka's grandmother from Scale. He did so by predicting Scale's course of action and following him. Once Scale made his move, Alan made one final check with Rinka. She acted exactly as he had hoped. Rather than anticipate that he would help her, she acted out of emotional instinct. Following that, Alan easily put a wrench in Scale's plans.

Alan grew quite familiar with the two-way path of deceit as he expanded his business. That's why he was able to figure out how Scale would attempt to survive without much issue. However, Alan now finds himself opposite of Scale's position. Almost as if he has been gradually picking up the pieces of himself that he discarded long ago. This is nothing new for him- he is simply returning to where he once stood.
BGM: The Memory Remains


The town where Rinka's grandmother is staying is out in the countryside. Wildly different from urban Tokyo. The Tohoku region's landscape is far more reminiscent of his own homeland. One can see the stars in the night sky there with ease.

Memories of times long past are included in the pieces he finds himself picking up. While he hasn't forgotten them, they have been little more than memories. Now, however, those memories carry meaning to him.

He sighs as he makes his way through town. He has no one to validate his chosen course of action. He feels satisfied despite that.


The resolve to stand up to something far greater than oneself. That special look in their eyes that can choke the heart of anyone and stop them in their tracks. And the tendency to let their emotions take over, making them vulnerable at the same time. Alan cannot help but smile. At this point, he may as well be fighting for her sake.

His thoughts complete, he sets off to find his lodging for the night. No one would suspect that he was the young CEO of a flourishing company right now. Hardly surprising.
He is nothing but a young man walking under the night sky during summer.