(1988)
A woman named Clementime was finally released after 4 years. Her crime was murder — but she was acquitted after it was found to be self-defense. Still, the reason she ended up in prison was that she killed the attacker, even though he was already down. But perhaps out of fear, she had acted, and after 2 years she was released.
However, this wasn't her first time. Months later, she was arrested again — this time for selling drugs. She served 8 months. Then she was free again. But then another crime followed: an armed bank robbery with a pistol. She was dangerous. Sentenced to 9 years — but because she saved the life of an female officer who was pregnant from an attacker, her sentence was reduced to 3 years.
After 3 years... she was free again.
Now she was 23 years old.
Known for the wounds on her face, her stitched face, tattoos, gangster-like appearance, and deep voice. People called her Yellow Eyed Crow. The reason: her dark hair and rare yellow eyes. She had a piercing on her ear, a tattoo on her back, and one on her leg.
On her back — a skull pierced by a sword.
On her leg — a pistol.
Clementime:
"...Huff..." (She's a smoker.)
Clementime:
"So... will you give me the job?"
"I can't... you're known for criminal activity... You're crazy."
Clementime:
"I'm trying to become a better person... Come on."
"No means no. Get lost!"
Clementime:
"...Hahhh... Fine then."
She left the shop.
Clementime:
"Damn it... how is anyone supposed to improve if no one gives you a chance..."
(Huff!)
Clementime:
"Am I supposed to become a prostitute or what...?"
(Patch!)
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)
Clementime:
"Hmm? ...What's going on here?"
She went to the gathering.
(Wee... weewwwe)
Clementime:
"Ugh."
A corpse on the ground... the body of Doctor Stevens.
Clementime:
"...Murder?"
"No... he jumped from the building after killing someone."
Clementime:
"What?"
Clementime:
"He said something."
Clementime:
"What...?"
"L... Liar."
Clementime:
"...Liar?"
Clementime returned to her small apartment.
Clementime:
"Hmmm..."
(Flashback)
Doctor Stevens:
"Liar."
She remembered.
Clementime:
"Who did he mean by that...? Strange... Anyway. I need to find a job..."
(One week later)
Clementime:
"Damn... damn... damn... damn... damn... shit... shit... shit! Everywhere I go, no one wants to hire me... But it's not fair. I want to become a better person! But how can I when they already see me as evil?! What the fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!"
She threw everything around.
Clementime:
"It's not fair! They have no idea! I... I killed him because he abused me... Damn it! They talk like I murdered him for no reason... Such bullshit. Tss."
She grabbed a beer bottle and drank.
(Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!)
Clementime:
"Ugh... London is such a shitty city... really."
She stood up.
Clementime:
"I guess I have no choice..."
She held her chest. She wears a black jacket
Clementime:
"Guess I have to sell my body..."
She left the small apartment.
Clementime:
"Just one more week till mid-month... I really have no choice..."
She took off her jacket and tossed it toward the sofa.
Clementime:
"...Hopefully, someone's perverted enough to spent time with me."
She walked down the street.
Clementime:
"Hey... hey, sir... Want to spend the night... with me?"
"Ew... you have tattoos and scars on your face... forget it."
Clementime:
"Huh?"
He walked away.
Clementime:
"Hmm..."
She kept trying, over and over.
Clementime:
"Ughhhhhh, man! Not even good enough to fuck...?"
She walked slowly, then suddenly heard something.
Clementime:
"Huh?"
A woman lay on the ground.
Clementime:
"Ugh... hey."
She ran to her.
Clementime:
"Hang in there... what happened?"
"Urk... gahhhh... L..."
Clementime:
"...Huh?"
"...Liar..."
Clementime:
"Hang in there... I'll call an ambulance."
But it was too late... the woman died from her wounds.
"I'm Officer McDonald... You're the one who found the body?"
Clementime:
"Yes."
"What's your name?"
Clementime:
"Clementime... Clementime O'Donnel."
"Irish?"
Clementime:
"...My mother's side... I carry my mother's family name."
McDonald:
"Got it... did you see anything unusual?"
Clementime:
"No... except... she said something before she died."
McDonald:
"...What?"
Clementime:
"...Liar."
McDonald:
"Hmm? Who did she mean?"
Clementime:
"...I... I don't know."
McDonald:
"Alright... you may go."
The victim... Annabelle... 30 years old. Known for abusing her patients. She killed them by pretending to give them a calming injection — but it was morphine. Her last station was an asylum for the mentally or physically ill.
Clementime:
"Hmmm. (Liar... what do they mean? ...That's what the other one said too)... Hmmm... could be a coincidence."
(The next day)
Clementime:
"Huh! ...I got accepted... so, I'm allowed to work for you?"
"Yes... yes... We're short on postal workers. By the way, it would be great if you could start tomorrow. Your first stop is to deliver mail to CoMiale Hospital — the asylum."
(The next day)
Clementime:
"My first day. Yay."
(Knock, knock!)
"Oh, thank you very much..."
Clementime:
"You're welcome."
She was on her way, then looked out the window and saw a girl in a wheelchair. The girl noticed her... smiled and waved.
Clementime:
"Huh... hehe. (Smiles!) ...What a sweet girl."
(Grins!)
Clementime:
"(Still... I wonder what all that was about — with the 'Liar'... were they each of them betrayed by someone? If so... by who?)"