Ethan #1
Mar 22, 2016
In a future world where hell and paradise blend together a man is murdered. Some say death is the final door we have to step through. Well, for Ethan is not that simple.Stuck in this everlasting loop, Ethan will have to discover the truth about his murderer without losing himself in the process. Who am I? What am I? I can't remember.
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“Not my bed.”
“Silk? Satin?”
“Please. My roaches would
probably have a heart attack.”
“Where was I last night? Roppongi,
then Furaito, then... what?”
“And I've got company.
How drunk was I, anyway?”
“I’d even not know it
with the lights on.”
“Not my bed.”
“Silk? Satin?”
“Please. My roaches would
probably have a heart attack.”
“Where was I last night? Roppongi,
then Furaito, then... what?”
“And I've got company.
How drunk was I, anyway?”
“I’d even not know it
with the lights on.”
“A strange body beside me.
A woman. Well, that's getting
somewhere. But how did I get here?”
“The Furaito. A basement harem deep
beneath an office building. Assholes
and obvious pervs need not apply.”
“Not one of my
problems.”
“Just pay up and you get
discounted all the 'Hey sugar,
buy me a drink?' bullshit.”
“No haggling, no waiting.”
“No illusions...”
“'Course all the Furaito girls
are super-jacked on reaper.”
“Bad breast augments, IV'd like
a voodoo doll. I'm not blowin'
10,000 Easties for the privilege.”
“Little steep for three minutes
of bedroom eyes between nervous
glances at her bootleg Tag Heuer.”
“That night I was there
for... a guy. He needed some
papers and... oh, hell…”
“‘Missed me’? ‘Baby’?
What the f.. .”
“A strange body beside me.
A woman. Well, that's getting
somewhere. But how did I get here?”
“The Furaito. A basement harem deep
beneath an office building. Assholes
and obvious pervs need not apply.”
“Not one of my
problems.”
“Just pay up and you get
discounted all the 'Hey sugar,
buy me a drink?' bullshit.”
“No haggling, no waiting.”
“No illusions...”
“'Course all the Furaito girls
are super-jacked on reaper.”
“Bad breast augments, IV'd like
a voodoo doll. I'm not blowin'
10,000 Easties for the privilege.”
“Little steep for three minutes
of bedroom eyes between nervous
glances at her bootleg Tag Heuer.”
“That night I was there
for... a guy. He needed some
papers and... oh, hell…”
I missed
the shit outta
you, baby...
“‘Missed me’? ‘Baby’?
What the f.. .”
“Poh- lice. And I thought I was
clear. Hiroaki, that shitty little
soap-dropper, musta sold me out.”
“I love the
japanese people.”
Security! Mind
if we come in?
Hands where we
can see ‘em!
What part of
“freeze” do I hafta
shoot through
your skull?
In the air --
now!!
“Poh- lice. And I thought I was
clear. Hiroaki, that shitty little
soap-dropper, musta sold me out.”
“I love the
Japanese people.”
“But how many...?
And they’re not…
cops cops.”
“A SWAT team?
How the fuck did
I rate that?”
“What is she
smiling about? And
ready for what?”
“A shotgun. An honest-
to-fuck, pump-action,
pre- laser classic.”
“I’m cruising serial
killers now?”
“You’d think I’d
remember that.”
“…and ‘Ronnie’ who?”
“What now?”
In. the.
air.
Last
warning!
“But how many...?
And they’re not…
cops cops.”
“A SWAT team?
How the fuck did
I rate that?”
Get ready,
Ronnie...
“What is she
smiling about? And
ready for what?”
“…and ‘Ronnie’ who?”
Now, Ronnie!
Now!!
That’s far
enough!
“A shotgun. An honest-
to-fuck, pump-action,
pre- laser classic.”
aaagh!
Ronnie Mosberg is
resisting arrest. He’s
armed and dangerous.
“What now?”
“I’m cruising serial
killers now?”
“You’d think I’d
remember that.”
“I… that’s not right, I.. . I.. .”
No big talk this
time, Mosberg?
Chiba had three
children.
The youngest is two
years old... two!Garbage!
“I… that’s not right, I.. . I.. .”
“Days go by.”
“I don't know what else
to do, so I get on with officer
Kentaro Takashimaya's life.”
“I am...”
“A dirty cop.”
“A child-molester.”
“A family left
behind somewhere.”
“Days go by.”
“I don't know what else
to do, so I get on with officer
Kentaro Takashimaya's life.”
I did like you told me, Sempai.
Couple a' slaps and the whore
got the message and...
You're early this month,
Takashimaya-san...
“I am...”
“A dirty cop.”
“A child-molester.”
“A family left
behind somewhere.”
Ah!
“It doesn't take much to get
the picture. A real pretty one.”
“With a body made sluggish
and weak with abuse.”
“Asleep at work.”
“Dirty…and stupid.”
“It doesn't take much to get
the picture. A real pretty one.”
“With a body made sluggish
and weak with abuse.”
“Asleep at work.”
Whadda you think,
Takashimaya?
Huh?
Oh, yeah...
sure...
Sure
what?
What the fuck are you
doing? They're from the Toji
clan. Did you forget who
pays your bills?
“Dirty…and stupid.”
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