SUBDUED DISMAY

Lala J. Thorpe It was three o’clock in the afternoon, and Takashima Uruha, a young psychiatrist who just jumped out from his silver-grey Land Rover was approached by a female intern nametag ‘Sato’. “Takashima-sensei, you’re expected by Tamura-sensei in his office within half an hour.” “Me?” She nodded. “He is about to finish the forensicContinue

BREAK ME

Lala J. Thorpe “You have to come no matter what…” Just how on earth did he assume I was going to survive a minute or two in there? The night had been dreadful. He showed up at my doorstep with dampened shirt from the rain, breathing heavily from running while clutching on a piece ofContinue