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Ono Kazuoki is a very real, very human presence in Fuchu Prison. Ono's story is relatively straightforward. He’s in his 50s and has lived a life fraught with dismal efforts and ill founded plans. For the most part, he's a failure as a human being, desperate for some kind of purpose. All his life, Ono has experienced nightmares about Fuchu Prison. He didn't realize early on just what he saw, he simply had visions of pain and suffering in some place with high walls and iron doors. Every year the dreams got worse until they were unbearable and Ono was hardly able to sleep more than an hour before waking in sweatdrenched sheets. Following clues and images put together from his visions, Ono was able to get himself to Fuchu prison, working there as part time employee.
Once he was in, the prison revealed itself bit by bit, slowly chipping away at his already unsteady mind. While whittling away at Ono's sanity, the prison also used its powers to show him that he was "Chosen" to help it. Ono partly understood what he was to do, but helping the place was more than a one-man job. (After all, even he had come to realize that he lacked most of the salient capabilities required in life). The Prison promised help. Ono has now lived in the prison for over a year. The place allows him to leave to get supplies, and he has been "planning・for the eventual visit of stranded individuals to put to work toward his mission. He’s been establishing traps, finding good sniper spots, and getting very little sleep.

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The Fuchu prison is the biggest of Japan. But appart from the modern wings rest a "Special Wing" inherited from the darkest period of Japanese Empire. Still, the walls remember, quite literally. The tragedy birthed the prison's restless spirit. The Special Wing, it seemed, is unwilling to go gently into oblivion. With the residual memories of all who ever lived there, an entity arose from the prison's death and persisted in a bleak and restless "life" after death. For the most part, the prison special wing is a dry, dusty place of moldering floorboards and crumbling walls. Everything is cracked and earthen. The prison is dominated by rust-colored dust and stubborn patches of humidity. Once upon a time, the cells and rooms numbered a dozens, but many have collapsed. Left standing are a few cells, the Colonel’s office, the main hall, the guards room, the infirmary and the cemetery in the far side of the Courtyard.

Hall
The hall is a large room with an old iron door leading to the outside world at one side and a hallway that leads to the cells and the leaving quarters of the guards. Large windows locked with iron bars show a patchy “Courtyard” surrounded by the prison buildings.

The Courtyard
The prison buildings surround a square courtyard. The ground is bare of nearly any vegetation. This place has been used for the promenades of the prisoners. A pole, removed now, was used for gunning prisoners sentenced to death. The cracks in the Northern wall are a legacy of this practice.
Haunting Phenomena
Visual: Bobbing witchlights in the Courtyard. Vision of a pole covered by black patches. The Northern wall begin to bleed from all his holes.
Smell: The smell of gun smoke, areas of inexplicable and repulsive scents (vomit, blood or rotting meat).
Aural: Sounds of a man shouting far away, followed by detonations.
Tactile: Cold spots.
Taste: Sudden taste of wet clothes in the throat.

The cemetery
The cemetery is raised on the eastern part of the courtyard. It bears 51 graves, each of which is nothing more than a big rock with a name and dates written into its flattest surface. One grave at the far side of the hill differs from the rest. It has an actual headstone (albeit a small and crumbling one) and shows the name Sergeant Abe, with the date 19. The majority of graves  show 19 (ie 1944) as the date of death. Also, each grave marked "19" (with the exception of Abe’s) has a word painted below the name and dates. It's either "execution" or "suicide". Characters can count 33 executions and seven suicides.
Haunting Phenomena
Visual: odd smoke, witchlights
Smell: The smell of gun smoke, areas of inexplicable and repulsive scents (vomit, blood or rotting meat).
Aural: Sounds of someone attempting to move stealthily through the stones.
Tactile: Cold spots.
Taste: odd feelings, sensations that almost indicate a bad cold or sickness coming on. A character may be tight in the chest, become dizzy, start coughing or even exhibit a sudden fever or urge to vomit.

The basement
The basement is creepy and dank. There are leaks in the foundation and scuttling millipedes. Part of it is cement-floor. This area was the primary abode of the dogs. Their cage is still there. It is a chainlink-fence-enclosed dog kennel where the dogs died, tearing one another apart in the hungry dark. A pipe sticking out of a wall can be set to trickle fresh water, and there's a hose attached to an adjacent wall. At night, after the prison has had enough time to awaken almost one can get flashes of its canine aura, and smell or hear dogs. Even during the day, there sometime seems to be a lingering dog-kennel aroma. The basement is the site of a cistern with black and rank water.
Haunting Phenomena
Visual: the door move plunges the basement into darkness. Sight of dogs, either in their prime or at their end, when only one or two survived. Glint of light across the eyes of dogs in the darkness, but with no actual animals visible.
Smell: The smell of dog feces or urine. Strange, stagnant whiffs from the cistern. Smell of fear and urine near the hose.
Aural: Growling, barking or whining of dogs. Sound of dog claws on the floor or at the door of the basement.
Tactile: Brush of dogs against legs or the feel of a dog rearing up to push its paws against a character's chest. A feeling of cold from the cistern. The sound of the dogs hurling themselves at the door.
Taste: Sudden taste of blood, rotted meat, or stagnant water.

The Archives
The prison's archives room was not huge. The shelves are now empty and the reading tables gone. The files were originally on history, military science, and of course records of the prisoners.
Haunting Phenomena
Visual: Finding a single file, the pages damped and impossible to read. Only the picture is visible, a man in the prison uniform. Folders spontaneously appearing on shelves where the shelves were empty before, some bear the name of the characters.
Smell: The scent of old paper.
Aural: The sound of books ruffling or fluttering. A voice, quiet and incoherent, as if someone reads aloud and distractedly.
Tactile: Folders on the shelves whip about in a poltergeist display. Pages turning on their own.
Taste: The sudden taste of mold or dust.

The Guardians rooms
There are three rooms, damped and cold, the walls are covered with humidity patches. The rooms can easily recover their old role. There is a heater but the system seems to be dead.
Haunting Phenomena
Visual: image of neatly arranged bed posts, a Japanese flag reflected on the dusty window.
Smell: The scent cigarette, of cooked food.
Aural: some old song, seemly played on a gramophone.
Tactile: cold spots, sudden adrenaline rush.
Taste: the taste of blood.

The Colonel’s Office
Kawamura’s office is a combination small office with a desk and an old safe, and what appears to be a dilapidated concrete room (for interrogation purpose).  Under the Colonel’s desk is a wooden trapdoor, concealed in shadow. The room below the trapdoor is nothing more than a human-sized niche carved out of the ground, dug as a bolt-hole in case criminals escaped or ran rampant. Within, characters find a human skeleton draped in unrecognizable garments. What is recognizable is the insignia of Colonel of the Japanese Imperial Army. (This is Kawamura’s skeleton.) In the right hand is a military automatic pistol dating back the world war two. The mouth of the skeleton hangs open and a hole extends from the top of its skull down through the jaw.
Tucked under the skeleton, in its left hand, is a book. The pages are weathered and decaying. Picking up the book looses the pages from their binding. It' a criminal log book, detailing the crimes of Fuchu Prison Special Wing detainees from the years 1941 to 1945. The book is hard to read, hand written and partly decaying. At the very end, the the end the Colonel inserts personal notes and goes on briefly about that blasphemous priest, and later about "the pox" that everyone seems to have. The Colonel’s last scrawled words are something to “the effect of that goddam savage cursed us all with this disease, even Sergeant Abe. He'll make his peace in Hell, but now he' dragging us all down with him. I had to do what I had to do to make things right. Now I have to do one more thing. The Emperor preserves our weary souls”.
This room is subject to the haunting of the Colonel (his gun is one of his Anchors), this could be translated in many ways: the reflected face of “somebody” in one of the windows (that somebody being the ghost of Colonel Kawamura), or just a general smell of rot and decay.
The torture room is really spooky, with fingernail marks or handprints on the cell walls. The room has been cleaned up after the tragedy, but the suffering endured here is still tangible.

Production Unit 32-456
This was an underground factory where the prisoners where forced to work. The unit entrance is a ramshackle lean-to of tin sheets and collapsing wooden beams. The door has a rusted lock on it and that lock is broken and open. Entering the place is hazardous. Not only is it utterly dark, but to descend one has to use either the hand-crank elevator (a claustrophobic, rusty cage that can hold only two to three people because there's a large hole in the middle of the cage), or climb down the elevator shaft on a rotten wooden ladder. The factory itself is a tangle of unlit tunnels, pits, cave-ins and fractured cart track. Deep in the corridors mazes lies a wall of tightly packed rocks that, if destroyed, gives way to a small niche where a skeleton remains. Written spectrally in a dry, red-black substance on a nearby wall are the words, "Here lie the bloody bones of the blasphemous Yamada Chikuyupi."

The technical passageways
All the exits are tightly closed, but the technical conduits still have secrets. A tent is roughly hidden behind some garbage and half collapsed wall. It is filled with supplies. Such supplies include bulk and can foods, ammunition for a pistol, a sleeping bag, a few changes of clothes for an adult male, some rope and various and humidity covered other goods. This is Ono Kazuoki’s tent. The prison lets him come and go, because he's sworn to serve it. Thus, he's able to go out into the world, get food and supplies, and return.

Colonel Kawamura Hajime was a brilliant Japanese officer during the war. He was only 27 when he’s been transferred at the dreadfull Kempeitai, the Secret Police. He became the Kempeitai officer in the Fuchu prison, in the “Special Wing”. His duty was mainly to keep an eye on the political prisoners (mostly communists and members of religious movements that were refusing to revere the Emperor). Kawamura was also responsible for interrogations of terrorists.
He was very dedicated and was describing his job as sacred. Has a faithful servant of the Emperor he had to execute some of his prisoners, because of their crimes or their attitude in incarceration. In 1944 (Showa 19) he made the shocking discovery that the Guru of a minor but blasphemous cult of Ainu origins was conducting ceremony on the very ground of the prison. Kawamura took the weird priest Yamada Chikuyupi (Ainu name, Sahpo) in a special cell and begun to pressure him to abjure his foolish credo and embrace the luminous way of the Emperor and the Yamato. Disgusted by the resistance of the man, he finally brought him in deepest and darkest place of the prison’s underground factory and walled the man up behind a makeshift wall of rock.
It was only a month later that an unusual outbreak of smallpox spread throughout Fuchu Special Wing. Some escaped; most were afflicted. Curiously, Kawamura’s staff caught the disease, but he did not. Some died by disease, but most died by the hand of Colonel Kawamura. Unwilling to see his prison suffer needlessly, and believing the pox to be a curse from the man he condemned, Kawamura went around one night shooting the residents. Some fought him but none were able to escape his revolver or his sword. He let a few killing themselves but most died from the Colonel’s bullets. Kawamura didn't shoot his staff, though. He decapitated them with his sword, believing it the most respectful way he could send them to the heaven promised to the faithful warriors of the Emperor. Not long afterward, the Colonel wrote his last journal entry, crawled into the bolt-hole under his desk, and shot himself.
The Director of the prison discovered only a week afterward the tragedy : the Kempeitai had always been secretive and he knew better to mix with their activities. Still, he finally try to make contact with the Special Wing, only finding what looked at graves, the corpses of dogs that seemly driven crazy by hunger had ate off each other in a desperate attempt to survive. More disturbing, there were no hint of the Colonel Kawamura and some files in the archives were missing. The Kempeitai had no time to recover “its” wing: with the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan collapsed and the penitentiary administration decided to just “forget” the wing and it’s bloody history.

Ce message enregistré dure à peu près deux minutes. Il a été laissé le 19 septembre sur le répondeur de l'éditrice de Tachikawa Takahiro,  Melle Nishihara. La voix de Tachikawa, locataire du Goto Building, est parfaitement identifiable.

"Nishihara ? Nishihara ? Je... Ecoute. Je ne suis pas sûr si tu peux m'entendre. Ecoute. J'ai trouvé... Quelque chose. C'est fou. Le livre est... Il est incroyable. Putain, il est tellement inspirant ! Je travaille sur quelque chose de neuf, quelque chose qui parle de ce changement, tu verras... Tu vas adorer... La façon dont les choses ont évolué, la façon dont le bâtiment, je ne sais pas... la façon dont il existe. Je ne peux pas l'expliquer. Les escaliers montent et montent encore. Les portes... se... Je ne sais pas... multiplient. C'est incroyable. Comme une histoire de Borges. C'est comme de vivre dans un roman surréaliste. Je ne peux pas le décrire... Les autres m'ont dit de ne pas téléphoner... Mais voilà... hum... voilà, je le fais quand même. Je voulais juste te dire au revoir. Pour te dire de ne pas... de ne plus venir, je ne serais plus là... J'espère pouvoir aller en haut bientôt... Pour y vivre avec les autres. Akemi et les autres attendent, alors... Je dois y aller. Je te dis adieu... Oh... C'était Tachikawa Takahiro. Bye."