1 week before the World Martial Arts Tournament
...Hello? Hello can anybody hear me? A nervous, breathless voice would whisper over an emergency frequency. The message was burdened with static, but the words could be just barely made out.
Yes, you are on the line. Can I help you? The operator responded, her voice seemed bored as she replayed the brief confirmation.
There would be a brief pause. It was several seconds long, but it felt like less to the caller as he replied to the operator in a shaking voice. My name is Wakayama Tomoyuki, I-I think. I-I mean I-I found a dead body. He stammered, his words hastened as he continued. A young man, teenager. Some'one ripped the poor kid to shreds.
Are you in danger? The tone of boredom in the operator's voice was lost.
Th-there's blood e'vrywhere! He exclaimed. The sound of scraping footsteps could be heard.
Sir, do not move around, you will disturb--" She tried to instruct him to preserve the crime scene but the caller cut her off .
Oh God, there is so much blood! He cried out. Had he seen something else? Was he becoming unraveled. The static was making his words near unintelligible.
Sir? ... Sir? Are you still there? Can you tell me where you are?
There was no answer.
There was nothing more to say. The line was dead.
...Hello? Hello can anybody hear me? A nervous, breathless voice would whisper over an emergency frequency. The message was burdened with static, but the words could be just barely made out.
Yes, you are on the line. Can I help you? The operator responded, her voice seemed bored as she replayed the brief confirmation.
There would be a brief pause. It was several seconds long, but it felt like less to the caller as he replied to the operator in a shaking voice. My name is Wakayama Tomoyuki, I-I think. I-I mean I-I found a dead body. He stammered, his words hastened as he continued. A young man, teenager. Some'one ripped the poor kid to shreds.
Are you in danger? The tone of boredom in the operator's voice was lost.
Th-there's blood e'vrywhere! He exclaimed. The sound of scraping footsteps could be heard.
Sir, do not move around, you will disturb--" She tried to instruct him to preserve the crime scene but the caller cut her off .
Oh God, there is so much blood! He cried out. Had he seen something else? Was he becoming unraveled. The static was making his words near unintelligible.
Sir? ... Sir? Are you still there? Can you tell me where you are?
There was no answer.
There was nothing more to say. The line was dead.
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