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It's open.

Good evening.

I see you're as lethargic as ever, Shiki.

Here you go. Put this in the fridge.

Here you go. Put this in the freezer.

At least keep that door locked, will you? I can't believe how careless you are.

Would you at least keep that door locked?

I can't believe how careless you are.

How many times have I told you?

You're free to walk in without telling me.

How many times have I told you?

I can't take you up on that.

I picked strawberry tonight.

What, did it melt?

Guess I should've asked for an ice pack.

I don't like ice cream.

But it was so hot out today...

But it was so hot out today.

I figured that even you would be craving something cold.

I thought it might a boring choice...

I thought it might be a boring choice,

But then again, the other flavors don't fit my image of you.

but the other flavors don't fit my image of you.

My image?

"It"?

Strawberry.

That Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

You didn't eat the last one I bought, remember?

So strawberry comes to mind when you think of me?

Strawberry comes to mind when you think of me?

Like your leather jacket.

Another thing, strawberries are from the rose family.

Another thing - strawberries are from the rose family.

Who would've thought?

People just think strawberries are pretty...

People just think strawberries are cute,

But they're actually roses.

but they're actually roses.

See? They're so you, Shiki.

See? They're totally you, Shiki.

I'm not eating this.

Huh?

Today at approximately 2:10 pm,

Today at approximately 2:10 PM,

a female high school junior living in the city...

a female high school junior living in the city

...fell from the roof of the Fujou Building Wing 4...

fell from the roof of the Fujo Building, Wing 4.

...sustaining blunt trauma to the body and was pronounced dead soon after.

She sustained blunt trauma to the body and was pronounced dead shortly after.

This is the fourth in a recent spate of suicides at the Fujou Building.

This is the fourth in a recent chain of suicides at the Fujo Building.

As in all previous cases, no suicide note was found at the scene.

Like all the previous cases, no suicide note was found at the scene.

The police will be trying to gain insight as to whether Miss Eiko was troubled...

The police hopes to retrace Miss Eiko's last steps and interview her family and friends

...or distressed in her private life...

in order to find out if she was troubled or distressed.

by retracing her last steps, and interviewing her family and friends.

Intrigued?

That's the fourth.

You'd think the public...

You'd think the public would've caught onto the connection between the cases by now.

...would have latched onto the connection between the cases by now.

The connection?

Connection?

Yup, the connection.

Right...connection.

Or should I say the similarities?

The girls who committed suicide all went to different schools, and moved in different circles.

The girls who committed suicide all went to different schools and moved in different circles.

They were all good girls with no problems at home,

and their own families have no idea why they'd want to end their lives.

Judging by the circumstances, these girls had intensely personal reasons.

Their own insecurities drove them to die on the spur of the moment.

There's no doubt about that.

Ergo, not one of them left any parting words,

a similarity which the police have been paying scant attention to.

Suicide notes, you mean?

Exactly.

If they wanted to die, they should've at least chosen a way

If they wanted to die,

that wouldn't cause trouble for other people...

they should've at least chosen a way that wouldn't cause trouble for other people.

It's inconsistent with suicide by jumping...

It's inconsistent with suicide by jumping.

Is that what you mean?

If you have no attachment to the world you're living in,

then there's no need to broadcast anything, even your death.

Not to leave a suicide note...

But to not leave a suicide note...

That implies you had no say in the matter, but willingly died.

That implies you willingly died but had no say in the matter.

Whereas a conspicuous death...

But a conspicuous death?

...Now that in itself is like a suicide note.

Now that in itself is like a suicide note.

Yet those girls all jumped.

Yet those girls all jumped and left no word behind.

Leaving no word behind.

Meaning?

The truth is, none of them really intended to die.

It's like they just stepped out to go shopping,

and had the misfortune of being killed in car accidents.

That's what Mikiya said.

He did?

But he also said that if someone were out on an errand...

But he also said that if someone were out on an errand,

...why would they go jump off the roof of a building?

why would they go jump off the roof of a building?

He said it was beyond him.

Really...

Just when is he coming back to us?

Just when will our boy come back to us?

That boy of ours?

We now have the fifth Fujo Building suicide.

We now have a fifth Fujou Building suicide.

The victim was a 2nd year girl who attended the local high school.

As with the other four cases, there was no...

How long is this going to go on, I wonder?

How long is this going to go on?

The suicides will stop at eight.

There won't be any more for a while.

What?

Eight girls.

I saw eight of them flying in the air.

So you went to the Fujou Building?

So you went to the Fujo Building?

Yes.

This sounds interesting.

What's the deal with that place, anyway?

The Fujou Building was built during the economic boom in the seventies...

The Fujo Building was built during the economic boom in the seventies

...as a group of landmark towers for the city.

as a group of landmark towers for the city.

Their height and observation decks attracted tourists...

Their height and observation decks attracted tourists,

but they've since fallen into decay with age,

and their demolition has been planned for years.

Although they only just recently finished vacating all of their tenants...

Even though they just recently finished vacating all of their tenants-

That's not what I'm asking.

How should I put it? Time seems to be askew there...

How should I put it? Time seems to be askew there.

Or should I say the order's been reversed?

People's memories...no, their records...

People's memories... no, their records.

At the building, such records are created at a slower rate of time.

At the building, those records are created at a slower rate of time.

The records of the girls before their deaths...

The records of the girls before their deaths

...haven't yet caught up with their records in real time.

have yet to catch up with their records in real time.

As a result, it's only their memories that live on.

People die, but as long as someone remembers them, they'll never suddenly vanish into nothingness.

People die, but as long as someone remembers them,

they'll never suddenly vanish into nothingness.

Just like smoke doesn't vanish the instant you extinguish the fire.

Listen, Shiki...what do you think comes to mind...

Listen, Shiki... what do you think comes to mind

...when you look down at the landscape from up high?

when you look down at the landscape from up high?

The urge you feel when you view the world you live in...

The urge you feel when you view the world you live in.

The recognition that strikes you like unexpected violence...

The recognition strikes you unexpectedly like violence

...blindsiding you even if you yourself deny it...

and blinds you even if you yourself deny it.

The emotion inspired by the overlooking view...

What kind of emotion does an overlooking view evoke?

The word is "far".

It's one of "distance".

The overlooking view is a breathtaking sight.

Even the most pedestrian landscape can seem magnificent.

But, you see...

This overwhelmingly vast vision...

This overwhelmingly vast vision can, in turn, cause a rift to form between you and the rest of the world.

...can, in turn, cause a gulf to form between you and the rest of the world.

Instead of the narrow space you can actually sense,

Instead of the narrow space you can actually sense...

you recognize the vast landscape as the "world you live in".

You recognize the vast landscape as the "world you live in"...

Normally, that would be correct.

And normally, that would be correct.

The problem is, you're simply unable to acknowledge that you physically exist in such a vast world.

The problem is, you're simply unable to acknowledge...

Then friction occurs between your knowledge, which acts as your logic,

...that you physically exist in such a vast world.

and your experiences, which act as your actual feelings.

Then friction occurs between your knowledge as logic,

Eventually, one of these will be worn down,

and your experiences as actual feelings.

Eventually one of these will be worn down,

and that's when confusion of the mind sets in.

And then...

Visions are not images that we gaze at with our eyes.

Rather, they're images that our brains comprehend.

What we see is protected by our own common sense.

In other words, people can't survive outside their own little boxes.

Under normal circumstances...

This just in...

This just in.

It seems that yet another suicide victim has been found at the Fujou Building.

It seems that yet another suicide victim has been found at the Fujo Building.

That makes six...

So just two more?

Do you think they're related?

To what?

Never mind.

The truth is, none of them really intended to die.

It's like they just stepped out to go shopping,

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It's open.
Good evening.
I see you're as lethargic as ever, Shiki.
Here you go. Put this in the fridge.
At least keep that door locked, will you? I can't believe how careless you are.
How many times have I told you?
You're free to walk in without telling me.
How many times have I told you?
I can't take you up on that.
I picked strawberry tonight.
What, did it melt?
Guess I should've asked for an ice pack.
I don't like ice cream.
But it was so hot out today...
I figured that even you would be craving something cold.
I thought it might a boring choice...
But then again, the other flavors don't fit my image of you.
My image?
Strawberry.
That Häagen-Dazs ice cream.
You didn't eat the last one I bought, remember?
So strawberry comes to mind when you think of me?
Like your leather jacket.
Another thing, strawberries are from the rose family.
Who would've thought?
People just think strawberries are pretty...
But they're actually roses.
See? They're so you, Shiki.
I'm not eating this.
Huh?
Today at approximately 2:10 pm,
a female high school junior living in the city...
...fell from the roof of the Fujou Building Wing 4...
...sustaining blunt trauma to the body and was pronounced dead soon after.
This is the fourth in a recent spate of suicides at the Fujou Building.
As in all previous cases, no suicide note was found at the scene.
The police will be trying to gain insight as to whether Miss Eiko was troubled...
...or distressed in her private life...
by retracing her last steps, and interviewing her family and friends.
Intrigued?
That's the fourth.
You'd think the public...
...would have latched onto the connection between the cases by now.
Connection?
Right...connection.
Or should I say the similarities?
The girls who committed suicide all went to different schools, and moved in different circles.
They were all good girls with no problems at home,
and their own families have no idea why they'd want to end their lives.
Judging by the circumstances, these girls had intensely personal reasons.
Their own insecurities drove them to die on the spur of the moment.
There's no doubt about that.
Ergo, not one of them left any parting words,
a similarity which the police have been paying scant attention to.
Suicide notes, you mean?
Exactly.
If they wanted to die, they should've at least chosen a way
that wouldn't cause trouble for other people...
It's inconsistent with suicide by jumping...
Is that what you mean?
If you have no attachment to the world you're living in,
then there's no need to broadcast anything, even your death.
Not to leave a suicide note...
That implies you had no say in the matter, but willingly died.
Whereas a conspicuous death...
...Now that in itself is like a suicide note.
Yet those girls all jumped.
Leaving no word behind.
Meaning?
The truth is, none of them really intended to die.
It's like they just stepped out to go shopping,
and had the misfortune of being killed in car accidents.
That's what Mikiya said.
He did?
But he also said that if someone were out on an errand...
...why would they go jump off the roof of a building?
He said it was beyond him.
Really...
Just when is he coming back to us?
That boy of ours?
We now have a fifth Fujou Building suicide.
The victim was a 2nd year girl who attended the local high school.
As with the other four cases, there was no...
How long is this going to go on, I wonder?
The suicides will stop at eight.
There won't be any more for a while.
What?
Eight girls.
I saw eight of them flying in the air.
So you went to the Fujou Building?
Yes.
This sounds interesting.
What's the deal with that place, anyway?
The Fujou Building was built during the economic boom in the seventies...
...as a group of landmark towers for the city.
Their height and observation decks attracted tourists...
but they've since fallen into decay with age,
and their demolition has been planned for years.
Although they only just recently finished vacating all of their tenants...
That's not what I'm asking.
How should I put it? Time seems to be askew there...
Or should I say the order's been reversed?
People's memories...no, their records...
At the building, such records are created at a slower rate of time.
The records of the girls before their deaths...
...haven't yet caught up with their records in real time.
As a result, it's only their memories that live on.
People die, but as long as someone remembers them, they'll never suddenly vanish into nothingness.
Just like smoke doesn't vanish the instant you extinguish the fire.
Listen, Shiki...what do you think comes to mind...
...when you look down at the landscape from up high?
The urge you feel when you view the world you live in...
The recognition that strikes you like unexpected violence...
...blindsiding you even if you yourself deny it...
The emotion inspired by the overlooking view...
The word is "far".
The overlooking view is a breathtaking sight.
Even the most pedestrian landscape can seem magnificent.
But, you see...
This overwhelmingly vast vision...
...can, in turn, cause a gulf to form between you and the rest of the world.
Instead of the narrow space you can actually sense...
You recognize the vast landscape as the "world you live in"...
And normally, that would be correct.
The problem is, you're simply unable to acknowledge...
...that you physically exist in such a vast world.
Then friction occurs between your knowledge as logic,
and your experiences as actual feelings.
Eventually one of these will be worn down,
and that's when confusion of the mind sets in.
And then...
Visions are not images that we gaze at with our eyes.
Rather, they're images that our brains comprehend.
What we see is protected by our own common sense.
In other words, people can't survive outside their own little boxes.
Under normal circumstances...
This just in...
It seems that yet another suicide victim has been found at the Fujou Building.
That makes six...
So just two more?
Do you think they're related?
To what?
Never mind.
The truth is, none of them really intended to die.
It's like they just stepped out to go shopping,
and had the misfortune of being killed in car accidents.
Really...
Just when is he coming back to us? That boy of ours?
Kokutou!
Come with me...
He's always dreaming...
He's always perfectly straight.
And that's why he can fly anywhere, if he ever wants to!
I want him to take me with him!
Can you fly?
You just...
...don't get it!
I see...
This one really did a number on you.
She literally took this round and a limb.
It's your fault, Touko. How could it break so easily, anyway?
This wouldn't be a problem if it were my fault.
What do you mean by that?
Nothing...
But remember, it's only been a month since the Fujino Asagami incident.
I wish you'd try to be more gentle with your artificial arm.
I will, next time.
That's the spirit.
Listen, Shiki...
As long as you devote enough time and effort to it,
you can make a doll or a prosthetic arm as realistically human-like as possible.
But the thing is...
...unless it has a soul to move it, it's nothing but a container.
The same can be said for human bodies.
A physical body that's been reduced to a soulless shell has no purpose.
It's just a container...
No more than emptiness.
Just like you yourself used to be.
Did I ever tell you about the day Kokutou first came here?
No.
That kid just barged in here one day, asking for a job.
He said he'd seen my dolls at some exhibition, and they'd captivated him.
He started out not even having any contact information for me,
and wound up here.
At this hollow shrine, surrounded with a barrier to repel people.
All during his interview, he couldn't take his eyes off the dolls.
That doll sitting on the end there...
that was Kokutou's favorite back then.
He might have been seeing your emptiness in my doll.
He's the kind of person who obsesses over dolls.
That's why I warned him not to go near the Fujou Building, but...
Emptiness...
Good morning, Shiki.
I think you've heard about those suicides at the Fujou Building.
Ms. Touko says she'd like to talk to you about them.
Oh, when you come to the office could you buy some coffee?
I'll let you pick out the brand.
Later.
August 8... 7:51 AM.
No more messages.
Try moving it.
You might find it uncomfortable now, but you'll get used to it in no time.
Now twice as strong...this arm's a lot tougher than the last one.
It won't break unless an elephant stomps on it.
It's a good arm.
He ignored your warning, and this is what came of it.
He got what he asked for.
Aren't you going to bring him back?
You're certainly demonic.
Meaning...
I've got to kill you!
Your feet aren't touching the ground.
Are you flying?
Or are you floating?
Your powers of suggestion won't work on me.
I've never had those kinds of yearnings.
And I've never known how it feels to be alive, or felt the pain of living.
That's right, the truth is I don't even give a damn about you.
But I can't let you keep him away like this.
I took refuge in him first.
So I'm taking him back.
...fall...
Fall... Fall...
Fall...
Fall, fall, fall!
You fall.
Bones?
They're lilies.
Who's there?
Isn't this...
...a lovely view?
Yes.
Isn't the moon... very beautiful ...tonight?
Yes.
I knew it...
You see, I love the view from this window.
The cherry blossoms...
In the spring, the cherry blossoms are so lovely...
With all the petals scattering across the blue sky...
It looks like the flowers are blooming in the sky.
It'd be nice to see them next year, wouldn't it?
You're an enemy of mine, aren't you?
Yes. I'm an acquaintance of both the person you attacked,
and the person who attacked you.
I have a few questions I'd like to ask you.
I know about your condition.
So I'm not going to pressure you...
Please come in.
Excuse me, then.
May I ask your name, please?
I'm Touko.
Touko Aozaki.
Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Touko.
Likewise.
How long have you been here?
I don't remember... A long, long time...
Day in and day out... I just looked out the window.
Day in and day out...from this same window...always this same view.
That must be hard...
But I know this view won't disappear.
No matter how much I hate it...
Because this view is all I have.
That's why you continued to look out the window...
And imprinted this view in your brain...
...acquiring an overlooking view.
Before I knew it, my eyes were up in the sky.
Was it around that time that you lost your sight?
Yes. I could no longer see with my eyes.
But still, my landscape stayed the same...
In other words, your mind was up in the sky.
But if the ghost at the Fujou Building was your consciousness,
you would've been killed by Shiki by now.
The one at the Fujou Building wasn't me.
Hm?
The me in the sky went away, you see...
I abandoned myself in the box.
Your personalities split in two... no, that can't be it.
You were controlling two different bodies with one personality.
You were always one, but someone gave you a second container.
Dual existence...
That's what he called it.
But why weren't you satisfied with just fantasizing about the world outside?
I don't see why you had to make those girls fall.
Those girls were flying around me.
I thought we could be friends.
But none of them ever noticed me...
Of course they didn't... they were unconscious.
That's why...I thought if I called out to them...
If I made them conscious... Then they'd notice me...
I'm here... Here I am...
That's all I wanted...
So why...?
And the reason you took our boy? For company?
I met him... in the hallway of this hospital.
Every single week...at the same time...
He'd have a beautiful bouquet...
I wanted...
him to take me with him...
And then the woman... Touko Aozaki... left me.
There are two types of escape.
Escape without a purpose, and escape with a purpose.
The former is called "floating", and the latter, "flying".
Whichever you choose your overlooking view to be...
...it's your decision to make.
But if you allow your guilty conscience to dictate that choice...
...you'd be doing the wrong thing.
Because rather than choose our path based on the sins we bear,
we must bear our sins along the path that we've chosen.
That was the last thing she said to me...
But I'm pretty sure she already knew which fate I'd choose.
Because I wasn't able to fly.
All I could do was float, after all...
I'm weak, so I can't do what she said.
I can't fight this temptation either.
The flash I felt when she pierced my heart...
The overwhelming rush of death, and the pounding of life...
I'd always thought that my life was empty...
but there was still something left, so simple and precious.
But it may not be possible to end my life like that.
I can no longer hope for such a glorious death as that.
That death which penetrated my body like a needle, like a sword, like lightning...
...is unattainable to me now.
So I'm going to try to come as close to it as possible.
It's all right... I've already decided on how I'm going to do it.
Perhaps it goes without saying...
...but I think I should end it by falling to my death from an overlooking view.
Good afternoon, this is the 1pm news on August 31st.
First, we have another update on the Broad Bridge.
The Broad Bridge, which collapsed last month...
...may have had a critical mistake from its design stage...
Good morning, Kokutou.
Good morning, Ms. Touko.
I'm sorry. I guess I must've fallen asleep.
Don't waste your breath. I can see that.
Uh...
Now that you're up, get me something to drink, will you?
Coffee would be nice.
And it'll be good rehab for you.
Right... Coffee...
Rehab?
The number of Fujou Building suicide victims has now reached eight.
Huh? Eight?
Hey, Touko... is that really how humans end up when they're reckless enough
to think they can fly?
In the past, no one ever attempted flight relying only on human power.
The word "flight" is inextricably linked to the word "fall".
But the more the sky takes over you, the less you realize that.
And as a result, you end up flying over the clouds even after your death.
Never falling down to earth... As if you're falling into the sky.
Uh, excuse me. I don't see where you're going with this.
Right... There was a person floating over the Fujou Building,
surrounded by the ghosts of young girls who'd jumped to their deaths.
Eight girls in all...
Did they fly? Or did they fall?
That's the gist of the story... it's as simple as they come.
Ahh... When you put it like that, it sounds like a cheap novel.
Doesn't it?
Do you think it's right to kill yourself, Mikiya?
Well, I don't know.
For example, let's say I got infected with a devastating retrovirus,
and I could wipe out everyone else in Tokyo just by being alive.
If I could save everyone by dying...
...then I think I'd commit suicide.
What the hell is that?
That story's so unrealistic, you can't possibly make a point with it.
Just hear me out.
See, I think that would be my choice because I'm weak.
I'd never have the courage to go on living after alienating all of Tokyo.
So I'd kill myself.
Because it would be easier.
Be brave for a moment, or have to keep it up as long as you lived?
You know which one would be harder, don't you?
Maybe I'm being extreme, but I think death is an indulgence.
But there may be times when the suicidal are desperate to escape.
That's something I can't deny, nor argue against.
Because...
I'm a weak person, too.
You're not like them.
By the way, Shiki...
I had the strangest dream.
Dream?
Right, a dream about a dragonfly.
I'm not sure if I was looking at the dragonfly,
or if I was the dragonfly...
Anyway, this dragonfly was flying around, busily.
And then a butterfly showed up.
It flapped its wings as hard as it could, trying to keep up,
but it was too much.
In the end, it tumbled to the ground, exhausted.
If it had fluttered its wings as if it were floating,
I think it could've stayed in the air longer.
But since that butterfly knew what it was like to fly,
it just couldn't bear its lightness as a floater.
That's why it flew.
It stopped floating, you see...
Hey. Wait a second, what am I talking about?
That's so not like me, huh?
Mikiya, stay the night.
Huh? What's this all of a sudden?
Just do it.
No, it's fine. I mean, it would be more convenient for me and all, but...
did you need something?
Strawberry.
Huh?
The strawberry Häagen-Dazs.
Your carton's still in the freezer. Knock it back before you go.
If you say so. Fine, I'll spend the night.
But you know what, Shiki?
"Knock it back" - are you serious?
You've got to do something about that mouth of yours, at least.
You're a girl, after all.
Shut up. I'll talk the way I want to.
We are live at the scene.
The eighth suicide victim, Ms. Kirie Fujou, was the daughter...
...of former Fujou Building owner, the late Yasuki Fujou.
Terminally ill, she'd spent over ten years in a local hospital.
Ms. Fujou was 27 at the time of her death...
Azaka!
That suicide yesterday...
Seems like it wasn't a schoolgirl this time.
I know.
She killed herself because she'd been so ill...
It probably had nothing to do with that string of suicides...
That's what the reporter just said.
Unrelated, eh?
Well, I guess that's the conclusion they'd draw.
I just don't understand people who'd kill themselves.
Do you understand them, Ms. Touko?
There's no reason for suicide.
I suppose she couldn't fly today.
You mean the culprit's wounded?
It's just...he's getting more and more adept.
But that's my school's...
You should've realized it sooner.
I don't believe it...
We'll meet again soon.

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It's open.
Good evening.
I see you're as lethargic as ever, Shiki.
Here you go. Put this in the freezer.
Would you at least keep that door locked?
I can't believe how careless you are.
How many times have I told you?
You're free to walk in without telling me.
How many times have I told you?
I can't take you up on that.
I picked strawberry tonight.
What, did it melt?
Guess I should've asked for an ice pack.
I don't like ice cream.
But it was so hot out today.
I figured that even you would be craving something cold.
I thought it might be a boring choice,
but the other flavors don't fit my image of you.
"It"?
Strawberry.
That Häagen-Dazs ice cream.
You didn't eat the last one I bought, remember?
Strawberry comes to mind when you think of me?
Like your leather jacket.
Another thing - strawberries are from the rose family.
Who would've thought?
People just think strawberries are cute,
but they're actually roses.
See? They're totally you, Shiki.
I'm not eating this.
Huh?
Today at approximately 2:10 PM,
a female high school junior living in the city
fell from the roof of the Fujo Building, Wing 4.
She sustained blunt trauma to the body and was pronounced dead shortly after.
This is the fourth in a recent chain of suicides at the Fujo Building.
Like all the previous cases, no suicide note was found at the scene.
The police hopes to retrace Miss Eiko's last steps and interview her family and friends
in order to find out if she was troubled or distressed.
Intrigued?
That's the fourth.
You'd think the public would've caught onto the connection between the cases by now.
The connection?
Yup, the connection.
Or should I say the similarities?
The girls who committed suicide all went to different schools and moved in different circles.
They were all good girls with no problems at home,
and their own families have no idea why they'd want to end their lives.
Judging by the circumstances, these girls had intensely personal reasons.
Their own insecurities drove them to die on the spur of the moment.
There's no doubt about that.
Ergo, not one of them left any parting words,
a similarity which the police have been paying scant attention to.
Suicide notes, you mean?
Exactly.
If they wanted to die,
they should've at least chosen a way that wouldn't cause trouble for other people.
It's inconsistent with suicide by jumping.
Is that what you mean?
If you have no attachment to the world you're living in,
then there's no need to broadcast anything, even your death.
But to not leave a suicide note...
That implies you willingly died but had no say in the matter.
But a conspicuous death?
Now that in itself is like a suicide note.
Yet those girls all jumped and left no word behind.
Meaning?
The truth is, none of them really intended to die.
It's like they just stepped out to go shopping,
and had the misfortune of being killed in car accidents.
That's what Mikiya said.
He did?
But he also said that if someone were out on an errand,
why would they go jump off the roof of a building?
He said it was beyond him.
Really...
Just when will our boy come back to us?
We now have the fifth Fujo Building suicide.
The victim was a 2nd year girl who attended the local high school.
As with the other four cases, there was no...
How long is this going to go on?
The suicides will stop at eight.
There won't be any more for a while.
What?
Eight girls.
I saw eight of them flying in the air.
So you went to the Fujo Building?
Yes.
This sounds interesting.
What's the deal with that place, anyway?
The Fujo Building was built during the economic boom in the seventies
as a group of landmark towers for the city.
Their height and observation decks attracted tourists,
but they've since fallen into decay with age,
and their demolition has been planned for years.
Even though they just recently finished vacating all of their tenants-
That's not what I'm asking.
How should I put it? Time seems to be askew there.
Or should I say the order's been reversed?
People's memories... no, their records.
At the building, those records are created at a slower rate of time.
The records of the girls before their deaths
have yet to catch up with their records in real time.
As a result, it's only their memories that live on.
People die, but as long as someone remembers them,
they'll never suddenly vanish into nothingness.
Just like smoke doesn't vanish the instant you extinguish the fire.
Listen, Shiki... what do you think comes to mind
when you look down at the landscape from up high?
The urge you feel when you view the world you live in.
The recognition strikes you unexpectedly like violence
and blinds you even if you yourself deny it.
What kind of emotion does an overlooking view evoke?
It's one of "distance".
The overlooking view is a breathtaking sight.
Even the most pedestrian landscape can seem magnificent.
But, you see...
This overwhelmingly vast vision can, in turn, cause a rift to form between you and the rest of the world.
Instead of the narrow space you can actually sense,
you recognize the vast landscape as the "world you live in".
Normally, that would be correct.
The problem is, you're simply unable to acknowledge that you physically exist in such a vast world.
Then friction occurs between your knowledge, which acts as your logic,
and your experiences, which act as your actual feelings.
Eventually, one of these will be worn down,
and that's when confusion of the mind sets in.
And then...
Visions are not images that we gaze at with our eyes.
Rather, they're images that our brains comprehend.
What we see is protected by our own common sense.
In other words, people can't survive outside their own little boxes.
Under normal circumstances...
This just in.
It seems that yet another suicide victim has been found at the Fujo Building.
That makes six...
So just two more?
Do you think they're related?
To what?
Never mind.
The truth is, none of them really intended to die.
It's like they just stepped out to go shopping,
and had the misfortune of being killed in car accidents.
Really now...
Just when is our boy going to come back to us?
Kokuto!
Come with me...
He's always dreaming...
He's always perfectly straight.
And that's why he can fly anywhere if he so desires!
I want him to take me with him!
Can you fly?
You just...
... don't get it!
I see...
This one really did a number on you.
She literally beat your arm off.
It's your fault, Toko.
How could it break so easily, anyway?
This wouldn't be a problem if it were my fault.
What do you mean by that?
Nothing...
But remember, it's only been a month since the Fujino Asagami incident.
I wish you'd try to be more gentle with your artificial arm.
I will next time.
That's the spirit.
Listen, Shiki.
As long as you devote enough time and effort to it,
you can make a doll or a prosthetic arm as realistically human-like as possible.
But the thing is,
unless it has a soul to move it, it's nothing but a container.
The same can be said for human bodies.
A physical body that's been reduced to a soulless shell has no purpose.
It's just a container.
No more than emptiness.
Just like you yourself used to be.
Did I ever tell you about the day Kokuto first came here?
No.
That kid just barged in here one day, asking for a job.
He said he'd seen my dolls at some exhibition, and they'd captivated him.
He started out not even having any contact information for me but managed to wind up here.
At this hollow shrine, surrounded with a barrier to repel people.
During his interview, he couldn't take his eyes off the dolls.
See that doll sitting on the end there?
That was Kokuto's favorite back then.
He might have been seeing your emptiness in my doll.
He's the kind of person who obsesses over dolls.
That's why I warned him not to go near the Fujo Building, but...
Emptiness...
Good morning, Shiki.
I think you've heard about those suicides at the Fujo Building.
Ms. Toko says she'd like to talk to you about them.
Oh, could you buy some coffee on your way to the office?
I'll let you pick the brand.
Later.
August 8... 7:51 AM.
No more messages.
Try moving it.
You might find it uncomfortable now, but you'll get used to it in no time.
This arm's twice as powerful as the last one.
It won't break unless an elephant stomps on it.
It's a good arm.
Look at what happened when he ignored your warning.
He got what he asked for.
Aren't you going to bring him back?
You're certainly demonic.
Meaning...
I've got to kill you!
Your feet aren't touching the ground.
Are you flying?
Or are you floating?
Your powers of suggestion won't work on me.
I've never had those kinds of yearnings.
And I've never known how it feels to be alive, nor have I felt the pain of living.
That's right. Truth is... I don't even give a damn about you.
But I can't let you keep him away like this.
I took refuge in him first.
So I'm taking him back.
Fall...
Fall...
Fall...  Fall...
Fall, fall, fall!
After you.
Bones?
They're lilies.
Who's there?
Isn't this...
... a lovely view?
Yes.
Isn't the moon... very beautiful... tonight?
Yes.
I knew it...
You see, I love the view from this window.
The cherry blossoms...
In the spring, the cherry blossoms look so lovely.
The flowers look like they're blooming in the sky
as their petals scatter across the blue sky...
It'd be nice to see them next year, wouldn't it?
You're an enemy of mine, aren't you?
Yes.
I'm an acquaintance of both the person you attacked, and the person who attacked you.
I have a few questions I'd like to ask you.
I know about your condition.
So I'm not going to pressure you...
Please come in.
Excuse me, then.
May I ask your name, please?
I'm Toko.
Toko Aozaki.
Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Toko.
Likewise.
How long have you been here?
I don't remember... A long, long time...
Day in and day out... I just looked out the window.
Day in and day out... from this same window... always this same view.
That must've been hard.
But I know this view won't disappear.
No matter how much I hate it,
it's all I have.
So that's why you continued to look out the window.
And why you imprinted this view in your brain, thus acquiring an overlooking view.
Before I knew it, my eyes were up in the sky.
Was it around that time that you lost your sight?
Yes. I could no longer see with my eyes.
But still, my landscape stayed the same...
In other words, your mind was up in the sky.
But if the ghost at the Fujo Building was your consciousness,
Shiki would've killed you by now.
The one at the Fujo Building wasn't me.
Hm?
The me in the sky went away, you see...
I abandoned the me who was still inside my box.
Your personality is split in two...
No, that can't be it.
You were controlling two different bodies with one personality.
You were always one, but someone gave you a second container.
Dual existence...
That's what he called it.
But why weren't you satisfied with just fantasizing about the world outside?
I don't see why you had to make those girls fall.
Those girls were flying around me.
I thought we could be friends,
but none of them ever noticed me...
Of course they didn't... They were unconscious.
That's why...
I thought if I called out to them,
if I made them conscious,
then they'd notice me...
I'm here. Here I am.
That's all I wanted.
Why...
So why'd you take our boy? For company?
I met him... in the hallway of this hospital.
Every single week... at the same time...
He'd have a beautiful bouquet...
I wanted him...
...to take me with him.
And then the woman, Toko Aozaki, left me.
There are two types of escape.
Escape without a purpose, and escape with a purpose.
The former is called "floating", and the latter, "flying".
Whichever you choose your overlooking view to be,
it's your decision to make.
But if you were to allow your guilty conscience to dictate that choice,
you'd be doing the wrong thing.
Instead of choosing our path based on the sins we bear,
we must bear our sins along the path that we've chosen.
That was the last thing she said to me.
But I'm pretty sure she already knew which fate I'd choose.
I wasn't able to fly.
All I could do was float, after all...
I'm weak, so I can't do what she said.
I can't fight this temptation either.
The flash I felt when she pierced my heart.
The overwhelming rush of death and the pounding of life.
I'd always thought that my life was empty,
but there was still something left, so simple and precious.
But it may not be possible to end my life like that.
I can no longer hope for a death as glorious as that.
A death that penetrates my body like a needle, like a sword, like lightning...
That's just out of reach for me now.
So, I'm going to try to come as close to it as possible.
It's all right... I've already decided how I'm going to do it.
Perhaps it goes without saying,
but I think I should end it by falling to my death from an overlooking view.
Good afternoon. This is your 1 PM news for August 31st.
First, we have another update on the Broad Bridge.
The Broad Bridge, which collapsed last month,
might've been designed with a fatal flaw...
Good morning, Kokuto.
Good morning, Ms. Toko.
I'm sorry. I guess I must've fallen asleep.
Don't waste your breath. I can see that.
Uh...
Now that you're up, get me something to drink, will you?
Coffee would be nice.
And it'll be good rehab for you.
Right. Coffee.
Rehab?
The number of Fujo Building suicide victims has now reached eight.
Huh? Eight?
Hey, Toko... is that really how humans end up
when they're reckless enough to think they can fly?
In the past, no one ever attempted flight relying only on human power.
The word "flight" is inextricably linked to the word "fall".
But the more the sky takes over you, the less you realize that.
And as a result, you end up flying over the clouds even after your death.
You never fall down to earth, so it's like you're falling into the sky.
Uh, I'm sorry, but I don't see where you're going with this.
Right. There was a person floating over the Fujo Building,
surrounded by the ghosts of young girls who'd jumped to their deaths.
Eight girls in all.
Did they fly? Or did they fall?
That's the gist of the story. It's as simple as they come.
When you put it like that, it sounds like a cheap novel.
Doesn't it?
Do you think it's right to kill yourself, Mikiya?
Well, I don't know.
For example, let's say I got infected with a devastating retrovirus,
and I could wipe out everyone else in Tokyo just by being alive.
If I could save everyone by dying,
then I think I'd commit suicide.
Seriously, what?
You can't possibly make a point with some totally unrealistic story.
Just hear me out.
See, I think that would be my choice because I'm weak.
I'd kill myself because I'd never have the courage to go on living after alienating all of Tokyo
It would be easier.
Be brave for a moment or keep it up for as long as you lived?
You know which one would be harder, don't you?
Maybe I'm being extreme, but I think death is an indulgence.
There may be times when the suicidal are desperate to escape.
That's something I can't deny, nor argue against.
Because...
Well, because I'm a weak person, too.
You're not like them.
By the way, Shiki...
I had the strangest dream.
Dream?
Right, a dream about a dragonfly.
I'm not sure if I was looking at the dragonfly or if I was the dragonfly.
Anyway, this dragonfly was flying around, busily.
And then a butterfly showed up.
It flapped its wings as hard as it could, trying to keep up,
but it was too much.
In the end, it tumbled to the ground in exhaustion.
If it had fluttered its wings as if it were floating,
I think it could've stayed in the air longer.
But since that butterfly had gotten a taste of flying,
it could no longer stand how weightless it felt when it floated.
That's why it flew.
It stopped floating, you see...
Hey. Wait a second, what am I talking about?
That's so not like me, is it?
Mikiya, stay over tonight.
Huh?
Where'd that come from?
Just do it.
No, it's fine. I mean, it would be more convenient for me and all, but...
Did you need something?
Strawberry.
Huh?
The strawberry Häagen-Dazs.
Your carton's still in the freezer.
Eat the damn thing before you go.
If you say so. Fine, I'll spend the night.
But you know what, Shiki?
"Eat the damn thing"?
You've gotta do something about that mouth of yours.
I mean, you are a girl.
Shut up. I'll talk the way I want to.
We are live at the scene.
The eighth suicide victim, Ms. Kirie Fujo, was the daughter
of the former Fujo Building owner, the late Yasuki Fujo.
Terminally ill, she'd spent over ten years in a local hospital.
Ms. Fujo was 27 at the time of her death...
Azaka!
About that suicide yesterday...
Seems like it wasn't a schoolgirl this time.
I know.
She killed herself due to her illness.
It probably had nothing to do with that string of suicides.
That's what the reporter just said.
Unrelated, eh?
Well, I guess that's the conclusion they'd draw.
I just don't understand people who'd kill themselves.
Do you understand them, Ms. Toko?
There's no reason for suicide.
I suppose she couldn't fly today.
Does that mean the suspect is injured?
I think your psycho is getting better at it.
This is our...
I wish I had noticed much sooner.
How dare you...
So I'll see you again very soon.