Satsuriku no Tenshi:Volume 1 Chapter 4

“This place…is kinda cold.”

“Yeah.”

Getting off the elevator, they’re greeted by a plaque engraved in the wall, reading B4, and cold air that fogs up with each breath. It’s as if they’ve arrived in a world of winter. Inhaling results in the intake of a chemically scent so strong as to make Ray’s head spin.

Inside the room is a pool that has been split into two by a narrow path. Looking into the bluish-green waters, Ray can see a dark shape at the bottom. It seems strangely human-like in shape.

(I wonder what that is.)

The girl stares into the water in concentration. But the pools are unexpectedly deep, and with the low visibility, she can’t make out what it is clearly. Leaning down close enough to see her face reflected back at her leads to the unpleasant scent becoming even stronger. She’s reluctant to investigate further.

“Hey, what’re ya lookin’ at?” Zack stares at her in puzzlement as she crouches down.

“There’s something in the water…”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hah? Ya don’t know. Then I don’t either. Anyway…aren’t ya cold in that flimsy jacket?” Zack poses his question as he stares at her exposed legs. The temperature is probably about ten degrees Celsius. Ray’s clothing happens to consist of a white jacket atop her shirt, and a pair of black shorts.

“I am cold, but it’s all right.” Her answer comes out in a quiet mutter. Saying she isn’t cold would be a lie. And she really is cold. But simply saying she’s cold won’t magically conjure up any other clothes she can wear, so it’s really pointless overall.

“Huh. Well, starin’ at that whatever it is ain’t gonna help ya. C’mon.”

“Yeah. I can kind of smell dirt from beyond those doors…” Staring across the short bridge, she can see that there is a sign near the door there. It says “Second Cemetery”.

“Gonna check it out?” Zack begins walking along the bridge.

“Yeah.” Ray follows after him.

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(Are we really inside a building…?)

The Second Cemetery is revealed to be a spacious, wide room. The old-looking walls are made of brick, and the dirt beneath their feet is damp.

“…Graves…”

And there are several tombstones, engraved with someone’s names.

“Makes no damn sense either. Tch, what’s the point of makin’ all these graves?” Sounding utterly disgusted, Zack looks around the room.

I hate the smell of dirt.

Whenever he breathes in that scent, unpleasant memories of his childhood flit through his mind.

“Wanna try diggin’ any of ‘em up?” Trying to shake off those images, he attempts to make a little joke.

“I don’t care.” Ray, however, answers him coldly as she explores the room. Her only obligation is to get out of this building with Zack. Anything else, the man can do as he pleases.

(Tch…what a boring brat.)

Feeling his mood spoiled by the girl’s response, he follows her further into the room.

(It really is cold…)

Ray’s eyebrows pull together as she feels the chill flowing against her skin. As she walks among the graves, she sees something conspicuously large among them. Coming nearer to it, she realises that it is not a tombstone, but a monument.

(There’s something written on it…)

Upon the stone is yet another set of mysterious writing.

“Here lie the graves of those impure.

“The pitiful ones, neither wanted by God or the angels.

“Covered by soil, beneath the dirt, they wait for purification.”

(Angels…)

“An angel, or a sacrifice?”

Ray is reminded of those words. They don’t seem to have any sort of deep meaning despite their prevalent re-occurrence. But she still doesn’t understand what they are meant to represent.

A little ways past the monument is a large pit – perhaps a dug-up grave. Peering into the hole, Ray sees something quietly crouched at the bottom.

“…” She stares intently at it.

“D’ya wanna get in it that badly?” Zack asks coolly, watching her as she stares into the grave without even twitching.

“No…looks like I can’t,” Ray mumbles quietly as she shakes her head. The thing that looks as if it’s crouching is, in fact, the dead body of a man. It seems as if he had been killed very recently. “This grave already has someone in it.”

(Another dead body…)

“Aah, all these bodies are makin’ me sick! Don’t you look over here!” Zack irritably snaps. He approaches the grave and shows absolutely no mercy for the body inside as he begins to stomp on it. It becomes so messy that it’s impossible to think that man might have been alive only a few days ago. Zack’s demeanour as he kicks the corpse – as if to even some sort of grudge – is odd, even compared to before.

“Ah…” Ray quickly turns her gaze away. Even though it has become nothing more than a lump of flesh, waiting to rot, the girl feels as if it made eye contact with her for a moment.

That is when she notices a door labelled “storage room”. Coming closer to it, she suddenly feels the air grow much colder against her skin. It seems to be coming from this room.

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The room denoted as “storage room” is as dark and quiet as night – or perhaps it would be better to say that it makes Ray think of the afterlife. Stepping inside reveals the room to be unbelievably cold.

(It’s like we’re in a freezer…)

Ray rubs her arms over her jacket.

Further inside is a pool smelling of chemicals, like the one in front of the elevator. At the bottom are human-like shapes. Ray can’t see them clearly, but it’s likely they’re corpses. The walls here seem brittle and cracked, perhaps because of the humidity.

“The walls are all crumbly…”

“It’s all damp’n’worn-out…this ain’t a good place t’ be.” Zack loiters around the room as he mutters to himself.

Within the storage room is an enormous refrigerator. Upon seeing it, Zack recalls how Ray’s “wish” had caused him to vomit all the snacks he had eaten earlier.

(What is she doin’, askin’ someone t’ kill her all of a sudden…I don’t get it at all. And ‘cause of her, I’m hungry.)

“Aah…is there anything in there?”

Sighing loudly, he thoughtlessly opens the fridge – and immediately loses his appetite.

“Whoa. A body…”

What was in the fridge was not anything edible, but rather, something that would make him expel the contents of his stomach again – the grotesque sight of a dead man’s body. It’s so destroyed it looks like simply touching it might cause its legs, arms, and head to fall off. The body is covered with a thin vinyl, and upon it is some sort of note.

Watkin Beckett (36)

Place of death – B3

Cause of death – Blood loss due to bullet wound

※ He sustained terrible injuries, so exercise caution when handling the body

“Was this person also…a sacrifice?” Ray asks, glancing at the body in the fridge.

“How should I know?” Zack’s response is utterly devoid of interest. He doesn’t want to touch the corpse, and if possible he doesn’t want to look at it, either. And he hates the stench of rotting bodies most of all.

“It says ‘B3’…we’re on B4, so we still have a way to go.”

“Huh, that so.” Zack gives a hearty yawn, like a cat.

“Do you know a lot about this place?” the girl asks, staring up at his listless expression.

“Dunno. I just came here ‘cause I was told that I could kill whoever I wanted to. I guess the other guys are the same? I dunno the details.” Dimly, he thinks back upon when he had been invited to this place. But he can’t recall how many years ago that’s been – he’s forgotten.

“…I see.” Ray murmurs.

“Could kill whoever I wanted to.”

Those words seem to catch at something in her chest. At the same time, she asks another question, as if to shake off old memories.

“Where were you before you came here?”

“I can tell ya, but what d’ya wanna know for?”

“Nothing…I just felt like asking.”

“What? Anyway, shouldn’t you be the one tryin’ t’ remember what you were doin’? Even if we get outta here, I’m not gonna take ya home.”

(Home…?)

If this were an anime, an enormous question mark would appear above Ray’s head right about now.

“…You said you’d kill me after we got out of here.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Zack speaks like someone who has just remembered something they had forgotten.

“…Please don’t forget.”

“I’m not going to!” Zack irritably tears his gaze away from her. He doesn’t have the desire to kill this doll-like girl, even though he’s made that sort of promise with her. Frankly, all he can think about is getting out of this building alive.

(Well, when we get outta here, those dead eyes’ll prolly be back t’ normal.)

“I’m freezin’, so I’m gettin’ out of here!”

“…Okay.” The girl nods, her expression gloomy. Even though she’s that promise with him, she has no positive proof that he’ll keep it. If he winds up not killing her…she can no longer see any reason to want to leave this place.

There’s an uncomfortable silence between them now as they leave the storage room. This time, they go down a hallway. There, they find a door with a signboard that states “First Cemetery”.

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Ray’s blue eyes immediately alight upon a glittering new tombstone.

She comes closer to it, walking across the damp earth and between the other gravestones.

“…”

The grave, which gleams unnaturally in this room completely devoid of any presence of life, has tiny letters neatly engraved in it.

“Huh? What is it? Somethin’ written there?”

“…A name.” With a closed-off expression, she gazes at the letters lovingly carved into the stone.

“It’s a gravestone, so that’s obvious. What’re ya so surprised about?” the man asks carelessly, peering into her paling face.

“…It’s my name. My name is on it.” Ray doesn’t take her eyes off the tombstone despite feeling his gaze upon her. Her voice is strained. This glistening new grave has “Rachel Gardner” emblazoned upon it.

“…That so,” Zack mutters. He can’t read that name. He doesn’t even know her name in the first place. So even if he would have been able to read, he wouldn’t have known it to be Ray’s name.

“Then, is this one mine?”

In front of Ray’s tombstone is what looks like an enormous boulder, one that might have been used for carving. It’s as if someone had simply abandoned it there. It was probably prepared in a hurry as soon as Zack had been called a sacrifice. Having lived in this building for a while, he quickly understands that it’s the work of the master of this floor.

“…Damnit, I’m not even dead yet and he’s makin’ me a grave. That pisses me off. I wanna smash it.”

Zack glowers at the boulder, an enormous contrast to Ray’s immaculately carved gravestone. His dirty palm squeezes around the scythe slung over his shoulder.

(…Stop makin’ such disgusting things, damnit.)

“Your scythe will be the one to break first.” Despite warning him in that calm voice, she continues to stare at her gleaming grave.

“Shut up, I know that. Stop starin’ at that thing like an idiot.”

“I’m not staring.”

“Hmph, whatever. Sorry, unlike you, I don’t wanna die.” Zack progresses further into the room as he speaks. When he does, he notices an enormous crack in the brick wall, perhaps because it was brittle.

“Hey, hey…just how beat up is this place?”

In response to his voice, the girl turns toward the man and rushes up to him, peering into the crack with him. It feels like it’s trying to invite her inside.

(I wonder where it leads to…what’s inside?)

“It looks pretty deep…”

“Is it all right if I go in?” Ray suggests, thinking that Zack probably wouldn’t be able to fit.

“Hah? D’ya think you’ll run away’n’get out of here by yerself?” Zack’s voice is threatening, as if he doesn’t trust her.

“I won’t run away. …You haven’t killed me yet.” The girl unflinchingly meets his gaze.

(Did that bastard Danny drug her or something…?)

Zack instinctively turns his gaze away.

Certainly, on his floor, Ray’s reactions had seemed a bit weak in comparison to other sacrifice’s – but she’d still shown him a girlish despair and fear. She hadn’t been so calm or assertive. And Zack feels strangely uneasy about her abrupt change.

“You were…seriously creepy right now…”

(Creepy?)

Ray’s head tilts slightly at Zack’s unexpected reaction. She hadn’t had any intention to make him think she was creepy.

“…Well, whatever. It’s not like we can just stand here’n’do nothing. Go on and get back here.” Zack’s speech is half-hearted. He doesn’t want to think, he just wants to find a way out of this building as fast as possible.

“Okay.”

“And if ya die on the way there, make sure to tell me.”

(…Die on the way…?)

“…If I’m dead, I can’t tell you.” Though she’d thought for a short period of time before responding, she does so with her usual composed expression.

“…”

“…”

In the silence, Zack abruptly comes to realise just how illogical his statement had been.

“…Th-then at least make yerself useful before ya die!”

Reddening slightly beneath his bandages in embarrassment, he lightly smacks Ray on the rear.

Useful…

“…All right.”

Staggering slightly from the impact, she looks up into Zack’s face and firmly nods her head. But she hesitates stepping into the crevice. She feels like she wants to stare at that gravestone – with her name upon it – for a little longer.

“Hey, go already! I don’t got a lot of patience.” Unable to bear seeing her in such a state, Zack urges her forward with an irritated tone of voice.

“Okay. Also, I want you to look for something, like a card,” she suddenly requests. On B7, B6, and B5, she had needed a card to get to the elevator.

“Yeah, all right.”

“…And.”

“Hah?! There’s something else?!”

“If you could…please don’t destroy my grave.”

As she asks this, her face seems just a little bit sorrowful.

She doesn’t know who made that grave. But, the truth that her grave exists somewhere in this world…eases her heart. And it seems to beat just a little faster.

Without waiting for a reply, she squeezes her delicate body into the gap in the wall.

“…Who cares.”

Left alone among the graves, Zack mumbles to himself.

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Ray proceeds through the cramped space.

It’s gloomy, like a cave, and she can barely see. Dirt trickles from the ceiling down in front of her; the sensation is almost choking. Ray moves forth, trying not to breathe in the stale air – and suddenly the path in front of her opens up into a small, cramped room. It almost looks like a secret base of some kind. A lightbulb above bathes the room in a warm orange glow that seems to cut through the unpleasant chill she feels.

(A room for building graves…?)

In the centre of the room is a large work desk. On top of it are various items carelessly left there, such as a catalogue for gravestones and papers with tombstone designs drawn on them.

(…What’s this?)

There’s some kind of blue notebook lying open on the table.

(There’s probably something written in that.)

There might be something about the building in that notebook… With that thought in mind, Ray peers at the page the book has been left open on. The childish handwriting reveals a strange message.

I learned about her for the first time today.

I was curious about her for a long time. But I never really knew about her!

I want to meet her, but he’s in the way. She has a really pretty voice!

She’s definitely, definitely a wonderful girl. I have no doubts about it!

After all, I fell in love with her at first sight.

Ah, this is bad…I have to make special preparations for her!

Something I made for her, a special place only for her – a place where she can eternally slumber.

She reads the odd note with a dubious expression.

(Someone’s diary…? …Whose room is this?)

There’s another door further in the room. Approaching it slowly, she places her hand upon the knob and turns it. But it won’t open.

(It’s locked…how do I open it?)

Her gaze alights on the scattered grave blueprints.

(…There might be some clues in here…)

Just as this thought comes to mind, she hears a terrible racket coming from the place Zack waits for her – the First Cemetery.

(…So loud. What is he doing?)

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Having been left alone in the graveyard, the creepiness of the room only seems to grow. He feels as if he’s been abandoned for a different world entirely.

“Damnit, even if I look around, there’s only graves in here.”

(And these graves are seriously annoying.)

Zack tch’s quietly to himself as he stares at the roughly hewn stone, likely the grave meant for himself.

(I wanna break it…)

However, even he knows that Ray is right – if he tries smashing it, his scythe’s blade will what breaks first.

(Isn’t there anything else in here?)

As he looks around, his gaze abruptly alights upon a pickaxe left leaning against one of the tombstones. It was probably left by whoever was digging up the earth.

(A pickaxe…)

Zack smirks and picks it up. Since it isn’t his own weapon, he has no qualms about breaking it.

(This damn gravestone…)

“I’m gonna smash it!”

Having decided this, he begins to laugh. It isn’t that he’s having fun. He’s simply disgusted that his grave would exist here.

(I’m not plannin’ on dyin’ yet!)

A loud clang echoes through the chamber as he strikes the grave with the pickaxe. But it doesn’t crumble.

(It’s hard…)

It won’t break from such a strike. The blade of the pickaxe is a bit chipped now.

“Hah – don’t be so tough when yer such a shitty piece of work!”

He wonders why. There are – emotions he’s never felt before welling up deep inside his heart. He never felt like this when he was just the master of his floor, chasing after sacrifices. His voice grows harsh as if to convey his hatred for the one who had made this grave, and he strikes it again and again with the axe.

It’s like a switch has been flicked. He won’t stop. He can’t even stop himself. He slashes at the tombstone that had been crafted for him over and over again.

And at some point, it becomes merely a rubble of rocks scattered about the floor.

But the actual breaking of it feels even better to him than he had expected.

Not even a minute has passed, and it’s already lost all form.

(I did it!)

But for some reason, he still feels irritated. Zack glances around the room, clicking his tongue. Everywhere he looks, he sees only graves – which should be obvious, given that this room is called a cemetery. Beneath the graves are, of course, bodies. That’s nothing that brings joy to him.

(That’s right…I’ll break all of ‘em…!)

It’s damn creepy to be makin’ these things anyway. It’s pointless for these things to exist. No matter how much you pray, they’re dead; people don’t come back to life. Corpses are gross. I know that!

“Hyahahahahah!”

He doesn’t have an ounce of hesitation. As he thinks this to himself, mad laughter rushes up from his throat.

(Aah…I’ll smash every single last one of ‘em!)

Zack’s eyes gleam from the slits of the bandages wrapped around his face.

Raising the pickaxe high, he begins to slash at gravestone after gravestone, releasing his pent-up frustration and anger, transforming each grave into nothing more than rough piles of stones.