Part 20: Letter

BGM: Powerless

05/20 (SUN), Morning
When I wake up the next morning, I feel miserable. I didn't have any dreams last night. Well, I don't think I did, anyway. There's no doubt they would've been nightmares, if I had any. Maybe that's why I don't remember...

Fortunately, I'm able to get the store up and running like normal. Probably because work should keep my mind off everything else.
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BGM: Lion House Cafe

05/20 (SUN), Noon
Before long, it's after noon. The number of customers drops significantly around this time thanks to the current lack of a proper food menu.



Kamebuchi Keiko arrives, her baby in her arms. I see no reason to turn them away, so I lead her to an empty table.

She orders coffee, so I make sure to brew it like I always do. The last thing I want is to let any of my sadness or sympathy leak into it.


She doesn't order anything for her baby, which isn't surprising. Not like we have anything that a baby could enjoy in the first place.

BGM: Entrusted Feelings

She's the only customer at the moment, so I accept her offer.



That's kind of annoying to hear, but I can't really argue with it. I really must've looked helpless in the dream world.


I never expected her to remind me of that.


She finishes off her coffee along with that train of thought.





She avoids referring to Haruki by name for some reason. I can't claim to understand why, but I do recognize the reality that he won't have that name when he's eliminated.






She reveals a satisfied smile before continuing.






There is no need for her to explain what she means. She's entrusted me with something important. I know exactly what that is, too.

And just like that, she leaves. All that remains behind is her letter. I don't feel any sort of pressure from having accepted it. In fact, shouldering her feelings has given me more hope than when I spent my time worrying about having to eliminate the other participants. I can understand what she wants precisely because we haven't spoken much.


I take a nice, big stretch. I'm on my own from this day forward. The last thing I want to do is bring shame to my name.
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BGM: Rinka's Room

05/20 (SUN), Night
When I return to my room later that night, my book of cards starts to glow again.
XII Name Alan Scorpion
To no surprise, it turns out to be his name card. Keiko said that you could find him easily on the Internet, so I run a quick search. Little did I expect this many results from a simple name search.

Or so I think, but things get complicated very quickly. There's nothing on him from before he inherited the company at age sixteen, let alone anything related to how he may have died three weeks ago. No need to mention that his regret remains a complete mystery, too. But knowing his occupation, where he's from, and especially his name is a big step forward. It may be worthwhile to head back to the library again and look through some newspapers and magazines.

As for right now, I've got something more important to do- transcribing the letter from Keiko.
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BGM: Entrusted Feelings

Written on the paper are her thoughts and feelings towards her husband and child. She actually didn't write it as herself, but as one of her friends. That means it'll be far less painful for her husband to read compared to one coming directly from her. Her writing is nice and tidy. Just reading it feels like I'm getting a glimpse at the sort of life she led. I involuntarily tear up when I come to her message of thanks to me at the very end of the letter.

The regret of a mother who couldn't fulfill her duty... The letter never makes it explicit, but those feelings are definitely imbued in her words. I wonder... is a mother's love represented by her determination to live for her child's sake? That would make love the first thing a child recieves. I'm sure their name comes after. And their name represents their life, so I'm sure Keiko wants to bestow such a meaning onto her own child.
Families work in myriad ways, but Keiko really is attached to the feelings behind one's name. That's why it ended up being her regret. I recall what she said about my name this afternoon. That's the one and only thing, other than my life, that I received from my mother, according to my gran. In which case, she must have also passed on her determination and love when I was born. I wonder if I'll ever be able to pour that same love into another person...
I shake my head to clear the thoughts away before I dive too deeply into them. There's no point in wading through them when none of the answers are there.


The same applies to this question. The reason I don't know my own regret is because I don't know myself well enough yet. I might be able to take pride in my own life once I learn my regret. But even if I don't make it through... No, scratch that. I know that I want to make it through. Reading Keiko's letter has helped me to finally find the resolve I need.

Should Keiko be eliminated tonight, I'll mail this letter the very next morning. That'll be my top priority. Once I make that decision, the day begins to wind down.
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Cardbook has updated.


I Name Shishimai Rinka
III Name Federico Carminati
IV Cause of Death Fire
VIII Name Kamebuchi Keiko
VIII Cause of Death Brain Hemorrhage
VIII Regret Child's Name
IX Regret Gold Medal
XII Name Alan Scorpion

I Name Shishimai Rinka
VIII Name Kamebuchi Keiko
VIII Cause of Death Brain Hemorrhage
VIII Regret Child's Name
XII Name Alan Scorpion