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A Game of Cat and killer by Jiro Akagawa

PROLOGUE

“Come on in.”

With a click, the door gave way. Yumiko stepped inside first,

flicked on the light, and beckoned to the man standing outside. He

entered hesitantly, like an astronaut setting foot on the moon for

the first time, glancing around the room with open curiosity.

“The bedroom’s in the back.”

Yumiko secured the door before leading him through the eat-

in kitchen.

“Come on, hurry up.”

While the man was busy taking off his shoes, Yumiko marched

straight into the bedroom. She knew her way around.

She sat on the bed, took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited for

the man to follow. Seems like a pretty normal type, she thought.

A middle- aged businessman who looks honest enough. No, not just

looks— he’s probably a model employee at work and a decent husband

at home. He’s got that face— like he’s never considered paying for a

night with a younger woman before.

“Come on, don’t just stand there,” she called, seeing him rooted in the doorway. “This is a friend’s place. If we don’t hurry, she might

come home and catch us. Come in. And close the door.”

Poor guy. From the look of him, he wasn’t going to get much

enjoyment for his thirty thousand yen. A flicker of worry passed

through her mind. Does he even have that much on him? Then again,

his coat was expensive. He didn’t look like the type to try to swin-

dle a girl.

“Come on, let’s get started. It’d be super awkward if my friend

comes home and catches us in the middle of things, right? She

doesn’t have a boyfriend yet. It’d be cruel to shock her like that,”

Yumiko joked, trying to loosen him up, then stubbed out her ciga-

rette in the ashtray.

With that, she stood, turned her back to him, and began to

undress. Once I get tonight’s thirty thousand, I’ll finally have enough

for a plane ticket to Guam. It had taken serious effort to save up this

much, but still— as a student working a boring part- time job, it

would have taken a year to make what she needed. This was faster.

Might as well get it over with.

For a moment, she wondered if he would want to undress her

himself, but impatience won out. She stripped everything off, spun

around, and faced him.

“Your turn now. Go on, take them off.”

The man stood there like a mannequin, his hands still buried

in his coat pockets. His face was just as lifeless— blank, unreadable.

“What’s wrong?”

She felt her frustration bubbling to the surface. What’s he stall-

ing for?

“Hurry up already. I’ll catch a cold standing here like this. Do

you want to do this or—

She broke off mid- sentence. Her eyes went wide, fixed on the

glint of something silver in his hand, just drawn from his pocket.

From the street below, Hiroko frowned up at the window where the

light was still on. Yumiko’s not done yet? She checked her watch—

it was already one in the morning. I told her she could use the place

until midnight. I can’t believe her!

She climbed the stairs and stopped in front of the door, hes-

itating for a moment. Once before, she had barged in and come

face- to- face with a naked man. She eased the door open carefully.

Unbelievable. She didn’t even lock it. She strained to listen, but she

couldn’t hear any sounds— no voices, no movement. They must’ve

fallen asleep.

There weren’t any men’s shoes at the entrance, so she relaxed,

stepped inside, put the carton of milk she had bought from a vend-

ing machine into the fridge, and headed for the bedroom.

“Wake up, Yumiko,” she called, pushing the door open.

She couldn’t even manage a scream. Her eyes flew wide open as

she clamped a hand over her mouth, stumbling backward and col-

lapsing onto the floor. She crawled toward the entrance on hands

and knees, but halfway there, her body convulsed and she vomited,

again and again, until nothing was left.

At last, trembling, she rose to her feet and staggered down the

hallway in search of help.