Requiem: Chapter 47
My friend, Satomi Kiyomizu, lived not so far away. It happened ourselves that we took turns, one week I, she the other week, pooled to and from work together. Sato was a sweet girl. We were about the same period in the accounting office started. They were a little six months earlier than myself. She had taught me how to work in the firm at the time and gave me some good tips about the social relationship with the colleagues and the boss. We just got along with each other. Two like-minded souls and we were able to work out our frustrations and stress as needed. Even after work it happened that we once organized something. A cinema or a nightclub. Invariably a windfall.
A fifteen minutes later I was on the scene. Through the doorphone I pushed the button that was next to the nameplate of Satomi Kiyomizu. I didn't get an answer and tried it a few more times. Maybe the thing didn't work. Wouldn't be the first time. I just saw an old lady who was planning to come out.. I made it look like I was talking something in the doorphone, and just as she left, I greeted the old lady kindly and slipped past her, into the building. An old trick that was probably used by many people for.
The elevator brought me to the tenth floor where my girlfriend had her apartment. When I came to her door, I saw that it was ajar, and an alarm went off immediately in my body.. I had a frightened suspicion and immediately felt that something was not right here. Through my training I responded directly to the situation and took a defensive position while I gently pushed the door open with my foot. A little further down the empty hallway I saw a vase lying in pieces on the tatami. Just to be sure, I looked through the crack of the door to avoid anyone hiding behind it.. Foot by foot I entered the apartment and tried to make as little noise as possible.
At the end of the hallway, I cut the shrapnel and took a quick look around the corner in the living room. It would have been a short move, but I had immediately estimated the situation. Here they had fought. There were chairs on it, and some things were killed. Was my friend Satomi still here? In my quick consideration of the situation, I had seen something that was not right. Something in the normal arrangement of her living room had changed. Now that I was inside, I looked around a little longer and saw that the door to the bedroom was barricaded by a large standing closet from the living room for which another sofa had been pushed.
