NHK or Nippon Hoso Kyokai is Japan national broadcasting organization , said the tourist guide, a young girl named Miri by her parents. The building which we are touring is the Shibuya broadcasting center, were not only our company broadcasts quality programming but we also rent space and broadcasting facilities to other channels from all over Asia. Miri got this job thanks to her almost flawless english, as his father, an architect from England taught her since she was a child. With 20 years old she was starting with this job as she wanted to get promoted and work in the backstages, a dream she had since she helped with a her mid-school festival play and loved the sensation of being part of something. To your right you can see the studio were we record J-melo, the first music program in Japan to be recorded in full english for international broadcasting. As the tourists, mostly americans and europeans, stopped to take some photos, Miri's communicator, something she had to wear all the time in work if somebody needed a task to be done or if a emergency happened sounded with a loud ring. After apologizing with the tourist she answered the phone. Hello, who is it? asked Miri with tired voiced, this was the eleventh call in the day, and she had a lot of tourist groups. The other side of the line was silent, but some background noise could be heared. She was about to cut the line when she heared from the other side, H-h-help m-me..... with a pain filled whisper, and then a detonation that didnt came from the phone. The ceiling exploded into a hailstorm of debirs, raining over the tourist group and Miri alike. Everybody is okay!? asked the young guide, following the emergency procedure, meaning to count the group and then evacuate. Most of them were okay, and the ones wounded had only light bruises. Miri counted the group, and she realized that there was one extra tourist. She counted again to recheck, and once again there were 13 instead of 12.
Miri looked at them, and tried to figure out who was the extra one, most of them were foreigners so it wouldnt be hard. after some minutes, in which all of them tried to remove some of the debris blocking the exit, the young guide discovered who was the extra and walked towards him, a really poor idea. Boy, what're you doing here?, you werent in this group, and you dont seem to work here. Miri deducted the last since the teen was using a school uniform, he was hidding his hands behind his back, as if he was covering something. Did you hear me? Miri was getting creeped out by the teen sinister glare when she talked. The pressure was so much she even took some steps backwards, and with that action she sealed her fate, as her eyes detected the blood in the teen arms, fully stained up to his elbows. Miri tried to scream but it was too late, as she turned around and started screaming, the tourist group turned around to watch her, only to be shocked as her scream was suddenly silent, as the blood covered hand of the teen punched a hole throught her chest. None of the tourists survived, crushed against the walls and floor, with their heads gorely exploding from inside, spraying blood and brains all over the place. Masako was in heaven, drinking from their knowledge and skills, as he did in the upper floors, killing the whole news report crew, the hosts, the sports guy, even the weather girl, doing something even more wicked before killing her. This was two hours ago, the police is surrounding the building and asking for the criminals demands, as they dont know anything about the situation, since the people that managed to move away from the path of the carnage was completly shellshocked from the things they had to witness.
Meanwhile in the rooftop, Masako waits, knowing that somebody worthy will come after he made this mess, since he was bored as hell of drinking regular humans, and he was hungry for something a little bit more spicy.