Shuya dashed for the gun. He knew that in this chaos Yuko holding a gun would only make matters worse.
Yuko shrieked and retreated. She got up, turned around, and ran to the other side of the room. She passed by the table and disappeared through an open door further down. There was a metallic clang. Were they… stairs?
Shuya gazed over there for a moment after she disappeared. But then he dashed over to Yukie and knelt down beside her.
He could tell her chest was ridden with holes. The blood was oozing out under her body already, and her eyes were shut peacefully as if she were sleeping. Her mouth was barely open—
She wasn’t breathing anymore.
“Ahh,” Shuya cried. He reached out his uninjured right hand to her peaceful face. He felt tears welling up for the first time ever since the game began. Was it because they’d just talked minutes ago? Or was it because of what she’d said:
“I just wouldn’t know what to do if you died…. Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you?”
Her tearful but relieved face. Her melancholic face. And now her oddly peaceful face.
He looked around. There was no need to check. Yuka Nakagawa’s face had changed color. A bloody foam dripped from her mouth. Satomi Noda lay face down, a puddle of blood under her head. Chisato Matsui’s back was covered with bullet holes, and Haruka Tanizawa—her neck was nearly torn off.
How could… how could this be…
Shuya looked back at Yukie. His nearly paralyzed left arm supported his right arm so he could hold her up. It might have been a meaningless gesture. But Shuya had to do it.
As he held her body, he heard the blood dripping onto the floor from the holes in her chest. Her head hung back and her braided hair touched his arm.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Shuya burst into tears as they fell onto her uniform.
“Ungh,” Shuya bit his lip and gently let her down onto the floor. He picked up the Browning Yuko had attempted to grab. He walked to the door at the far end of the room where Yuko had gone. His body felt incredibly heavy. It wasn’t just because he was injured. He wiped his eyes with his bare right arm, which was also holding the Browning.
He entered. It was a cylindrical space made of bare concrete. The tower. This was the lighthouse. There was a thick steel column in the center and a spiral steel staircase winding around it. There were no windows, only a sliver of light from above.
“Yuko!” Shuya yelled. He began climbing the stairs as he yelled, “What happened, Yuko!?”
Yuko wasn’t there at the top of the stairs. But… he heard the sound of her scream “AIEEE” echo through the cylindrical space of the tower. Shuya knit his brows—and began quickly climbing the stairs. The wound in his side began to ache. He thought he might be bleeding because his bandages now felt damp.
64
Yuko Sakaki ran out of breath as she climbed up the stairs to the top of the lighthouse. The Cyclops-like Fresnel lens was at the center of the landing, and there was enough space to move around it. She saw the cloudy sky beyond the windproof windows of the lantern room. On her left was a low door that led to a narrow balcony, and frantically she opened it. She was outside now.
Maybe it was the height, but the wind was stronger than she’d expected. She caught a strong whiff of the sea breeze.
The ocean was right there in front of her. Reflecting the cloudy sky, the sea was dull indigo, and the white waves were woven into it like some fabric. Yuko edged over to the right. The northern mountain was right in front of her. There was a small, open lot in front of the lighthouse building. On her left an unpaved road stretched out around the foot of the mountain, and there was a white light truck right by a barely functional gate in front of the road.
Yuko held onto the steel handrailing around the balcony. The room she was inside only moments ago was down below. She saw the roof of the single-story building annex. Following the railing, she continued circling the lantern room, but didn’t find what she thought she would—a steel ladder. Yuko never had the chance to keep watch so she didn’t know the exterior of the lighthouse. There was no way out. She was standing, facing the sky. She was trapped now. Realizing this, she was about to panic, but she clenched her teeth and held herself together. If there was no ladder… then she’d have to jump.
She was panting. She ended up returning to her previous position. She looked down again.
It was high. It wasn’t as bad as leaping to the ground, but it was still high. In fact, it might have been impossible to jump at this height, but before she could make a rational choice the image flashed across her mind again. This time it was her head, alone, split open. Blood spraying up. Shuya’s face covered with its blood. She had to escape. No matter what. She just had to escape. She had no time to lose.
Yuko crouched down and slid between the haphazardly installed steel fence. Its bars were widely spaced. She got through. Holding onto the railing from outside, she cautiously stood on the edge of the balcony barely ten centimeters wide, but the view below her feet made her dizzy. It was way too high… jumping down was out of the question… it was just way too high…
Her view suddenly shook. Her feet slipped. The side of her shin hit the concrete edge of the balcony (she felt her skin scraping off), and Yuko’s body flew out into the sky. “AIEEE,” Yuko shrieked. Simultaneously, her hands groped around and managed to grab a thin steel bar from the steel fence. Yuko’s body hung from the edge of the balcony.
Holding onto the railing, Yuko was panting. She’d nearly died. However, she took a deep breath and put all her might into her hands. First, she had to lift her body up and get back to the other side of the railing. Then she would have to figure out some way to fight Shuya Nanahara. That was the only—
The strong wind whistled by and shook her body. She shrieked, “AIEEE,” but it didn’t do much. Her hands clutching onto the steel bar slipped, and now the palms of her hands barely managed to hold onto the edge of the balcony. Now she couldn’t even reach for the steel bars.
She was appalled to find her palms were oozing sweat. She was overcome with fear and panic. How, how, how, how could she be sweating now? Her hands… her hands were slipping…
Her right pinky slipped off the edge of the balcony.
“No!” Yuko screamed. Then her ring finger. Then her entire right hand fell off the railing (she felt the nail of her index finger catch, but it peeled off and that was that). Her body swung, her left hand now the fulcrum. And now her left hand too…
“Ahhhhhh—” As she screamed, Yuko was overwhelmed with a dreamlike sensation that she was falling.
But then she felt an impact run down her arm to her shoulder. Her fall came to a halt less than half a meter below.
Swinging like a pendulum on her left arm, Yuko gazed up… and then saw Shuya Nanahara beyond the railing extending his body, stretching his right arm out, holding her wrist.
For an instant Yuko gazed at Shuya’s face, but then the next moment she screamed, “No—!”
Of course if she let go she would die, but it was Shuya Nanahara holding her hand!
“No! No!”
Her eyes wide open, her hair tossed around, Yuko continued screaming as she wondered, why? Why are you trying to save me? Is it because you want to use me to survive? Or, oh, I get it. You want to kill me with your very own hands!
“No! Let me go!” Yuko screamed. Any trace of rational thought had all but disappeared. “No! I’d rather die here than let you kill me! Let me go! Let me go!”