Crying Freeman 01
Today is my birthday.
I am finally twenty-nine years old.
I am still a virgin.
That may seem strange,
but it is the truth.
And I will probably not live
to see my thirtieth birthday.
That is my feeling now.
Once I understood that, I
wanted to write this down.
I am going to be killed.
Why, you may ask?
I witnessed a murder…
What’s more, I clearly
saw the killer’s face.
H…H…Help me!
Please help me!
Help me!
Help me! Freeman, we’re
friends, aren’t we?
I…I’ll give you money…
Free…
Silent tears…
They flowed from his eyes,
as if they were fountains.
Those tears the assassin shed were
like no other tears, I thought.
Sadder than any others, more
beautiful than any I had seen.
Are you an artist?
Yes…
Are you Japanese?
Yes, my name is Emu Hino.
I am Yoh, in Japanese you
would write it as Kama.
Mr. Yoh…
The assassin introduced himself.
In China, that means he’ll
definitely come to kill me.
My father was the last of Japan’s
political fixers, but he’s dead.
And I’m alone.
Father was a powerful man
which scared suitors away.
That is why I have only one regret.
Will you kill me?