I thanked Mr. Yama for the takoyaki and paid him. That old geezer deserves a reward for how good those things are.
I walked down the village and headed towards my beat-up and makeshift shack. It's covered in all sorts of plant life and vegetation.
As I walk to my shack and open the door, I come to my place trashed, ransacked, and vandalized.
"I guess they got in again… I should've just taken Mr. Yama's advice." I say with a dejected expression.
I sit on the floor, looking through all the old messed up and dirty pictures of me as a baby held by my mom.
These pictures are the only thing that I remember her by, since my mother died when I was very young, and I never met my father.
"Hey mom, I got some takoyaki from the old man again. Delicious as always…" I let out a sigh and continued, "He even threw in a few extra scallions. But that's not the best part about it."
As I continued to converse with my "mom," someone knocked on my shabby door, since it isn't a real door, and it got knocked down.
I pick up a metal pipe for defense and slowly creep towards my knocked-down door. "Who's there!? I got a pipe, and I'm not afraid to use it!"
I take a deep breath, and I jump at the door, only to see that the woman from before, Ms. Asami, was standing there looking at me.
"Is this your home? I apologize for your door. I will fix it for you."
As Ms. Asami tries to pick up the door, I stop her from doing so.
"Don't worry about it, it's quite all right. I'll fix it later." She nodded before continuing,
"Alright, if you insist. I actually came here to find a 'Namo Himoka.' Do you know who that is?"
Is she looking for me? I'm one of the least known people in Shakaromi Peak, and I'm the one they're looking for? I clear my throat and set down the metal pipe.
"I'm Namo Himoka. Is there any particular reason why you're looking for me?"
"Yes. You are under arrest."
I back up as quickly as possible. Why the hell am I under arrest!? I feel my heart drop out of my chest and straight on the floor… my breath all over the place, and my hands shaking like crazy.
"Under… Arrest…? For what? I've never done anything wrong…"
"Well, apparently, you committed three counts of attempted murder and 4 counts of aggravated assault."
Suddenly, all of that nervousness and panic come to a halt. I have never tried to kill anyone nor had a deadly weapon… well, besides that metal pipe.
I think… I might have been FRAMED.