Speaker 1: I've never been the kind of guy with a career
Speaker 1: that was more of the odds and ends type, you know,
Speaker 1: whatever paid the bills, construction delivery, even telemarketing. For a
Speaker 1: few miserable weeks, That's how I became a jahatsu, a
Speaker 1: night mover. See In Japan, the jahatsu were known as
Speaker 1: the evaporated, the people who disappear without a trace. They
Speaker 1: want a fresh start, away from debt, stalkers or just
Speaker 1: the burden of the life that they've built. But there's
Speaker 1: another side to it. The ones who helped them disappear.
Speaker 1: That was us. We'd show up after dark, no lights,
Speaker 1: no noise, pack up everything and leave, you know, as
Speaker 1: if nothing had ever been there. The last we knew
Speaker 1: about the clients the better, no real names, no question
Speaker 1: cash only. Most of the time the jobs were pretty straightforward.
Speaker 1: We'd move people escaping abusive relationships, financial ruin, shady business deals,
Speaker 1: you know that, ones that went belly up. Sometimes it
Speaker 1: was kind of sad, you know, quiet families, hollow eyes,
Speaker 1: kids clutching toys as they vanished into the night. Other
Speaker 1: times it was almost too easy and empty apartments, bags
Speaker 1: already packed. Just a quick grab and go. I learned
Speaker 1: not to ask about what was left behind. But not
Speaker 1: every job was easy, you know, some of them. Some
Speaker 1: of them I still have nightmares about. First job was
Speaker 1: this woman, then wild hair, darting eyes like she was
Speaker 1: waiting for someone to burst through the door any second.
Speaker 1: We got the call at night like usual, and when
Speaker 1: we arrived, she was already waiting, clutching her arms like
Speaker 1: they were the only thing holding her together. She didn't much,
Speaker 1: just rushed us inside, glancing over her shoulder at every
Speaker 1: little sound, creak of the door, hum of a passing car.
Speaker 1: Every time something happened, she'd freeze, then whisper, hurry, we
Speaker 1: need to move faster, Keep quiet, please, First I figured
Speaker 1: it was just another case of someone running from an
Speaker 1: abusive X, which I mean it wasn't uncommon for us,
Speaker 1: but this was different. It was the way she kept
Speaker 1: looking out the window that started to get to me,
Speaker 1: like any second someone might show up. My partner, Kenji,
Speaker 1: tried to crack a joke to ease the tension, but
Speaker 1: she just glared at him, wide eyed, hissed quiet. Once
Speaker 1: everything was packed, she didn't even ride with us. She
Speaker 1: just told us to meet her at the new place.
Speaker 1: Way out in the country. She took off without another word.
Speaker 1: Our truck rattled along the empty roads for it felt
Speaker 1: like hours. We pulled up to this old, isolated house.
Speaker 1: It was quiet, no lights, no signs of life. We
Speaker 1: waited and waited, but she never showed. We called her phone,
Speaker 1: we left voicemails, we sent texts. Nothing. We didn't know
Speaker 1: what else to do. We ended up just unloading her
Speaker 1: stuff into the house, just like she'd told us. By dawn,
Speaker 1: we were exhausted, we were confused, and more than a
Speaker 1: little spooked, so so we left. A few days later,
Speaker 1: I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I
Speaker 1: looked her up out of curiosity. It turns out she
Speaker 1: wasn't just running from an X. She was mixed up
Speaker 1: with the Yagaza, a snitch where it was she was
Speaker 1: trying to testify against some very dangerous people. The cops
Speaker 1: suspected she'd been followed the night we moved her, likely
Speaker 1: taken care of between her old house and the new one.
Speaker 1: It was scary to think how close we were to
Speaker 1: death just minutes from it. I tried not to think
Speaker 1: about what would have happened if she driven let us.
Speaker 1: The second job was in an old, creaking apartment building.
Speaker 1: We were called to move an elderly man, someone who
Speaker 1: looked like he belonged in that place, tucked away from
Speaker 1: the world forgotten. When he let us in, I knew
Speaker 1: right away this wasn't going to be a normal job.
Speaker 1: The apartment it was filled with strange trinkets, objects I
Speaker 1: couldn't name, artifacts that looked ancient. These were statues with
Speaker 1: twisted faces, masks with hollow eyes, symbols painted on the walls,
Speaker 1: and faded reds and blacks. The air was thick, kind
Speaker 1: of thick that makes your body extra heavy. The others
Speaker 1: got to work packing boxes, wrapping up the artifacts as
Speaker 1: carefully as they could, but I couldn't shake the feeling
Speaker 1: the room was watching me. Then, as I was lifting
Speaker 1: a box, I noticed a door across the room, the
Speaker 1: one that I was sure hadn't been there before. It
Speaker 1: was just there, dark and slightly a jar. I glanced around,
Speaker 1: but no one else seemed to notice it, so I
Speaker 1: walked over and opened the door. Inside was another room,
Speaker 1: cluttered with more of those those artifacts. I stepped in,
Speaker 1: trying to get a closer look at a strange, small
Speaker 1: statue covered in symbols, but when I turned back to
Speaker 1: leave the the doorway was gone. A panic shot through me.
Speaker 1: I swiveled on the spot, thinking I'd just gotten turned around,
Speaker 1: but now there was There were two doors on the
Speaker 1: opposite wall. I chose the one on the right. I
Speaker 1: walked through, only to find myself in another room nearly
Speaker 1: identical to the last, with the same dusty shelves and
Speaker 1: dark corners. The walls seemed to stretch and bend, twisting
Speaker 1: in ways it didn't make sense. I called out to
Speaker 1: my coworker, but no one responded. My voice just echoed,
Speaker 1: lowering in tone until it didn't even sound like mine.
Speaker 1: I walked faster, every doorway leading me to another room
Speaker 1: that looked the same as the last. It was as
Speaker 1: if the apartment was folding outwards from itself, trapping me
Speaker 1: in some kind of expanding nightmare maze. The walls began
Speaker 1: the narrow closing in, and I started to run. Every
Speaker 1: doorway was a dead end, a mirror of the room before,
Speaker 1: filled with more statues, more hollowed out in masks watching me.
Speaker 1: My breath came in short gasps, and every time I
Speaker 1: looked over my shoulder, I thought I saw a shadow
Speaker 1: moving in the corner of my eye. The further in
Speaker 1: I went, the more I saw the shadow dipping out
Speaker 1: of view just as I turned to see it. I
Speaker 1: lost track of time. Every step, every turn, led me
Speaker 1: deeper into the labyrinth of rooms. I shouted, I banged
Speaker 1: on walls, and all the while the shadow got closer.
Speaker 1: The air grew heavier, suffocating, my chest tightened. The shadow
Speaker 1: was starting to get darker, more detailed, like it was
Speaker 1: slowly forming into something solid. I started to smell something rotten,
Speaker 1: like old meat from an animal's breath. I was exhausted
Speaker 1: and about ready to give up completely, let whatever would
Speaker 1: happen happen. But then I saw a faint light through
Speaker 1: a doorway ahead. I bolted towards it, nearly tripping over
Speaker 1: my own feet as I pushed through the door and
Speaker 1: staggered back into the main room. I glanced back, half
Speaker 1: expecting to see the twisted maze behind me, but it
Speaker 1: was It was just a wall. The doorway was gone,
Speaker 1: as if it had never existed. Everything was just as
Speaker 1: it was when I went into the nightmare maze. The
Speaker 1: time hadn't passed a single second while I was gone.
Speaker 1: A month later, we started working on the Fujimoto Dunhi complex.
Speaker 1: That was the last time I worked as a Jahatza.
Speaker 1: We were called in late to an old, decaying apartment building,
Speaker 1: the kind that hadn't seen a new coat of paint
Speaker 1: since it was built. The family that hired us, they
Speaker 1: were strange, even by our standards. The father answered the door, tall,
Speaker 1: rail thin, pale as death. His skin looked translucent, almost
Speaker 1: bluish in the dim hallway light, and he didn't smile,
Speaker 1: just nodded once and waved us inside. The mother wasn't
Speaker 1: any better, silent, watching us with dark, sunken eyes, like
Speaker 1: she hadn't slept in daze. They both seemed like they
Speaker 1: were holding something back, like we were intruding on a
Speaker 1: private moment. But avoid the room at the end of
Speaker 1: the hall until the very end, said the father, his
Speaker 1: voice cold and distant. We didn't ask questions, We never did,
Speaker 1: just nodded, got to work. The apartment was huge, Okay,
Speaker 1: it was bigger than any I'd ever seen in the city.
Speaker 1: High ceilings, ancient wooden floors, thick velvet curtains that blocked
Speaker 1: out all the light. It felt like stepping into a
Speaker 1: different century as we moved through the place, loading up
Speaker 1: the truck with old furniture and boxes. The feeling of
Speaker 1: something being off only grew stronger. The air inside was stale, thick,
Speaker 1: with the smell of dust and and something else, something rotten.
Speaker 1: The father hovered near the back of the apartment, watching
Speaker 1: us with cold, sunken eyes, and the mother disappeared into
Speaker 1: the room at the end of the hall, leaving us
Speaker 1: almost completely alone. An hour ticked by. We were almost done.
Speaker 1: There was just one room left, the room they told
Speaker 1: us to avoid. We had just started packing up the
Speaker 1: last boxes when Ricu winced. I looked over and saw
Speaker 1: him clutching his hand. He cut it on a loose
Speaker 1: nail from one of the old crates that we were moving.
Speaker 1: You're good, I asked, keeping my voice low. Rico nodded,
Speaker 1: and then the father appeared again, pale in silence, and
Speaker 1: he glanced at the small pile of remaining boxes, then
Speaker 1: toward the door at the end of the hall. It's time,
Speaker 1: he said, without another word. He opened the door to
Speaker 1: the forbidden room. Outstepped this young girl, barely a teenager
Speaker 1: by the look of her skin, as pale as her parents,
Speaker 1: her hair hung limp around her shoulders. Her eyes were
Speaker 1: they were wrong, you know, too wide, too dark. She
Speaker 1: moved like she was half asleep, until she caught the
Speaker 1: scent of something in the air. The little girl froze midstep,
Speaker 1: her head snapping towards Ricu, her eyes locked on his hand,
Speaker 1: and something primal, something, something savage, flickered across her face.
Speaker 1: It happened so fast I barely registered it, but I
Speaker 1: saw her nostrils flare, and then she attacked. It was
Speaker 1: like a like a blur, a flash of pale skin
Speaker 1: and teeth, and she lunged at Riku, sinking her teeth
Speaker 1: into his neck. Before any of us could react. The
Speaker 1: scream that tore out of him was like nothing I'd
Speaker 1: ever heard. We all froze for half a second, too
Speaker 1: stunned to move, and by the time we recovered, Riku
Speaker 1: was already slumped on the floor. Half of his neck
Speaker 1: was gone. The father's eyes went wide briefly, then calm. No,
Speaker 1: the girl wasn't dead. She crouched over Riku, and when
Speaker 1: she lifted her head, her eyes burned with something feral, something,
Speaker 1: something inhuman. Now she went for the next guy, Yasu.
Speaker 1: Yasu ran out the front door, the little girl chased
Speaker 1: after him. The mother appeared in the doorway, now, eyes
Speaker 1: wide and panic eas to me. But the mother wasn't
Speaker 1: going to have any control over her now, now that
Speaker 1: she was feral. In fact, she wouldn't even have control
Speaker 1: over herself or her husband. I watched as the mother
Speaker 1: and father smelled the air and they lost control of themselves.
Speaker 1: I grabbed the nearest thing I could. It was some
Speaker 1: old lamp, and I swung it at the mother, but
Speaker 1: she was too fast, too strong. She dodged, her movements fluid, unnatural,
Speaker 1: as if she could read my thoughts before I even acted,
Speaker 1: and I just ran. I didn't even think. I just
Speaker 1: bolted for the door. I turned left to hit the elevators,
Speaker 1: but found the little girl straddling Y'ausu's decapitated body, her
Speaker 1: mouth dug into his open neck cavity. A scream carried
Speaker 1: over from my right and I saw it opened apartment door,
Speaker 1: with a tough looking guy walking out behind me. I
Speaker 1: heard the mother and father scurrying out of the room.
Speaker 1: I ran past the tough looking guy into his apartment.
Speaker 1: I locked the door and heard him banging against it
Speaker 1: and then screaming as he was getting torn apart. My
Speaker 1: eyes scanned the room, and that's when I saw it,
Speaker 1: his sword, just hanging on the wall. I didn't think
Speaker 1: I grabbed it. I checked the blade. It was dull
Speaker 1: as fuck, but you know, just for show, I still
Speaker 1: kept it anyway. Outside, the sounds of carnage echoed into
Speaker 1: the apartment, screams, snarls, the tearing of flesh. I threw
Speaker 1: open the window and spotted the fire escape, but it
Speaker 1: only led one way up, so I climbed behind me.
Speaker 1: I heard the window shatter as the girl leapt out
Speaker 1: after me, her nails scraping against the metal as she
Speaker 1: climbed too fast, too relentless. I swung the sword as
Speaker 1: she reached for my ankle. It connected. She let out
Speaker 1: an inhuman shriek. She fell, her body crashing to the
Speaker 1: ground below. I looked down. I saw her her lower
Speaker 1: half twisted backwards, her head split open, arms bent in
Speaker 1: unnatural angles. But she she kept moving, crawling, trying to
Speaker 1: get back to the building, and I kept climbing. I
Speaker 1: reached the roof and collapsed, but only for a moment.
Speaker 1: I rushed over to the rooftop door and pressed myself
Speaker 1: against it. I could hear the others below, the bloodlust
Speaker 1: and their voices growing louder. I blocked the door with
Speaker 1: everything I could find, and I prayed. Finally, the first
Speaker 1: rays of sunlight crept over the horizon. I listened as
Speaker 1: the people below screamed as the sunlight through the window
Speaker 1: was hitting them. But I knew they weren't all gone,
Speaker 1: not yet, and my only way out was back down
Speaker 1: through that apartment building. But this dull sword, I crept
Speaker 1: back inside. I went through the rooftop door, quietly, sneaking
Speaker 1: into the stairwell. There were ten floors, with only a
Speaker 1: few of them still having lights on, so I had
Speaker 1: to make my way down ten flights of stairs, most
Speaker 1: of which were pitch black. As I descended, I realized
Speaker 1: that most of the tenants had had the same idea
Speaker 1: to make a break for the stairwell, only none of
Speaker 1: them appeared to make it. The stairs and landing were horrific,
Speaker 1: gruesome sights, shredded bodies, organs, bones, blood. It was a
Speaker 1: slaughterhouse that was halfway down the stairwell. When I heard
Speaker 1: something below, a low, wet squelch like skin slapping against
Speaker 1: blood soaked concrete. I froze clutching the Samurai saw it
Speaker 1: in my hand, heart pounding, I crept down the next flight,
Speaker 1: careful not to slip or make any noise. I reached
Speaker 1: the landing for the floor we'd been working just hours earlier,
Speaker 1: and I stopped adding my tracks. The floor was a massacre.
Speaker 1: Blood spattered the walls, body parts mangled beyond recognition were
Speaker 1: strown about. But it was the body in the middle
Speaker 1: of it all that made my stomach turn. It was Ginko,
Speaker 1: or it was it was what was left of him.
Speaker 1: His body was completely torn open, Organs spilled across the landing,
Speaker 1: bones pulled from muscle, and tent in his face, but
Speaker 1: little was left of it was frozen in a twisted,
Speaker 1: agonized scream beside of him, someone I'd worked alongside for months,
Speaker 1: and made bile rise in my throat. I had to
Speaker 1: step over him to keep moving. There was no other choice.
Speaker 1: I stepped gingerly over his body, careful not to disturb anything.
Speaker 1: But just just as my foot touched the other side
Speaker 1: of the landing, I heard it, a low, guttural growl
Speaker 1: from behind me. I whipped around just in time to
Speaker 1: see Genko's hand twitch. His eyes, once glassy and dead
Speaker 1: snapped open, glowing with a sickly red light. Blood began
Speaker 1: to pool around him, bubbling, as if something inside him
Speaker 1: was trying to force its way out. Before I could react,
Speaker 1: Ingo's body jerked violently, his limbs snapped back into place
Speaker 1: with a sickening crack in his mouth stretched open, revealing
Speaker 1: elongated razor sharp teeth. Blood dripped from his mangled face
Speaker 1: as he let out a feral screech, his arms reaching
Speaker 1: out for me. He was no longer human. I stumbled backwards,
Speaker 1: tripping over the stairs as game Goes twisted form lunged
Speaker 1: towards me. He moved unnaturally, like a puppet on broken strings,
Speaker 1: dragging what remained of his body across the landing, his
Speaker 1: hands clawed at the air. I fell down a flight
Speaker 1: of stairs, the sword slipping from my grasp. As I
Speaker 1: crashed to the floor, my vision blurred for a second,
Speaker 1: but the sound of Genko's screech shook me back into reality.
Speaker 1: I got a hold of the sword and kept moving.
Speaker 1: He was still coming, his body crawling, tumbling, ripping down
Speaker 1: the stairs after me. His limbs were broken and his
Speaker 1: muscles were mushed, but that didn't stop him. It didn't
Speaker 1: matter how shattered his body was. There was something in
Speaker 1: his blood now that kept him moving, kept him, kept
Speaker 1: him hungry. But it wasn't just him. The whole stairwell
Speaker 1: seemed to be waking up. I scrambled to my feet,
Speaker 1: slipping on the blood that now coated my shoes. Every
Speaker 1: step was a nightmare. I couldn't get a grip, couldn't
Speaker 1: move fast enough. I kept slipping. I fell, sliding down
Speaker 1: another flight as Ghenko's screeches echoed through the stairwell, each
Speaker 1: one louder and more frantic than the last. I could
Speaker 1: I could hear them now, others responding to the sound.
Speaker 1: The tenants, the entire building. It was awake, joining the
Speaker 1: shredded bodies coating the floor and walls of the stairwell
Speaker 1: as they all made chase, made chase for me. Above me,
Speaker 1: doors slammed open. The low growls and screeches of the
Speaker 1: tenants filled the air, growing louder and closer. They knew
Speaker 1: I was still here, and they were coming. I pushed
Speaker 1: myself up, forcing my legs to move, forcing my body
Speaker 1: to keep going. I was almost to the bottom. Just
Speaker 1: a few more steps, I reached the main lobby, throwing
Speaker 1: myself through the door and slamming it shut behind me.
Speaker 1: The door wouldn't hold them for long, but it bought
Speaker 1: me a few seconds. I looked around for any way out,
Speaker 1: and that's when I saw her, standing between me and
Speaker 1: the front doors, looking just as innocent as she had
Speaker 1: before the attack. Who's eats to me? The little girl?
Speaker 1: Her skin had heeled, though her clothes were bloody and destroyed.
Speaker 1: She smiled. I didn't stop. I didn't think. I ran
Speaker 1: straight for her, gripping that sword tightly. She didn't move,
Speaker 1: she didn't flinch. As I barreled towards her. I ran
Speaker 1: that dull blade through her chest, using the momentum to
Speaker 1: push both of us forward. Sword It didn't do anything.
Speaker 1: She wasn't even phazed by it. But as we crashed
Speaker 1: through the front doors, the sunlight hit her face and
Speaker 1: she screamed. I shoved her body to the side, just
Speaker 1: as her skin ignited, flames, crawling over her tiny frame
Speaker 1: and reducing her to ash. In seconds. Behind me, the
Speaker 1: tenants burst from the stairwell, screeching and hissing. As they
Speaker 1: chased after me. The sunlight hit them and they burst
Speaker 1: into flames, one after another. Exploding into plumes of ash.
Speaker 1: I kept running. I didn't look back. I don't know
Speaker 1: how long I ran or how far. It wasn't until
Speaker 1: my legs gave out that I realized I was in
Speaker 1: the middle of the countryside, surrounded by nothing but open fields.
Speaker 1: That's when I collapsed, chest heaving, hands shaking, covered in
Speaker 1: blood and ash. But I was alive. I never went
Speaker 1: back to the job, the building, or even that part
Speaker 1: of the city. They work at a call center now,
Speaker 1: and I hated, but at least now, whenever I get
Speaker 1: a weird client, I just hang up here the kids,
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