The Memorandum of Kyoko Okitegami

Because people's lives are long

they want to accumulate things,

but in fact there's little they actually need.

For me, losing my memory each day,

most things are unnecessary.

For example, anniversaries.

Investment in the future.

Distant promises I don't know when will be fulfilled.

I don't need any.

Just one thing is important

The unrepeatable today,

the today that is all I have,

how will I live it?

My memory resets each day

My memory resets each day?

"Sandglass"?

I can trust Yakusuke-san

"Yakkai-san"?

Brrr!

Winter?

Okitegami Kyōko's home investigation begin

A single bed.

Labels saying which clothes I've worn each day.

The clothes are all women's.

Clothing

is needed

A code?

One bear & four pigeons

Wow!

Fairly wealthy.

Money

is needed

It's a secret.

Who was I talking to?

Who was I talking to?

The flat has a living room, dining room and kitchen.

Quite large for a woman living alone.

The building has been here a while.

A home

is needed

Telephone!

No records.

Beautiful image quality!

No computer anymore.

"Okitegami Detective Agency".

I seem to have food, clothing and shelter.

Food?

What kind of eating habits...?

No hint of a desire to cook.

As a single woman,

I'm in a slightly unfortunate category.

Only the minimum necessary personal belongings.

I can't find a diary anywhere.

None of Sunaga-sensei's books, either.

The present me

doesn't need

anything

Investigation Complete

Intuition is my only weapon.

I am Okitegami Kyōko.

Private detective.

Okay!

Okitegami Kyōko's Memorandum

Subtitles by Candylemon

Hourglasses...

In other words, sandglass.

Sandglass

Investigation begin

Hi, Kyōko-san, morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'm the owner, Hōrō.

Here at Sandglass, we have apartments

a café, a clothes shop,

and private detective brokerage.

- Private detective brokerage? - Yes.

We process requests and receive 10% of the fee

The detectives registered with us

have different ranks and charges.

Naturally you're of the highest rank.

- You tell me every morning? - Yes.

Except when I have a hangover.

This person knows about my amnesia.

- You seem in a good mood. - Yes, I'm on top form!

Age unknown,

outrageously flashy.

He seems happy and frank.

But true character unknown

Hm?

Cat!

That's right, her name is Cat.

Does she come up to my flat?

Mm, she can sleep with you tonight if you like.

So it was you.

This is probably something like procedural memory.

I have no concrete memory of keeping a cat,

Procedural memory

but having often spoken to a cat at my feet

my body intuitively remembered.

Swimming, riding a bike,

playing an instrument,

and using a knife are the same.

They use a different part of the brain to normal memory.

- Good morning~ - Morning, morning.

Good morning, I'm Makuru.

This is Nuru.

He's always like that.

Nuru-kun assists all the detectives.

He is paid separately.

He's a talented researcher, but he only does research.

He refuses contact with criminals.

He doesn't want to get involved.

He has high defence instincts.

A developed spine and supple limbs.

It may be...

Oh~!

5 straight weeks of winning!

I do this every day?

Yeah, the same pattern.

Frustrating.

Unbearably frustrating.

Sunaga-sensei!

So you were here!

Kyōko-san?

Yes?

Meals are included in your rent. Do you want breakfast?

- Yes, please. - Okay!

"2015".

There's a wall where my memories stop.

Last fragment of memory

Here you go!

Thank you very much.

Itadakimasu.

People with amnesia

can't recall things about themselves,

or their family and friends,

but they can speak words

and know how to eat bread and drink coffee.

There are still many mysteries surrounding memory.

The limit of my memory

It seems I live like this every day.

Sandglass

is needed

I can trust Yakusuke-san

Who is Yakkai-san?

Excuse me.

Are there any other Sandglass staff?

This is all.

Why?

I just wondered.

Could it be a secret relationship?

Unlikely.

Stop ogling her.

- It's the first time she's asked that. - What?

Yes, just a moment, please.

Kyōko-san, there's work for you.

As soon as possible, they say.

Third anniversary sale!

We've been waiting!

Okitegami Kyōko-san!

My~ It really is white.

- It's lovely. - Thank you.

My husband's told me all about you.

Your husband is the client?

My husband is the Division 1 chief.

Since the field detectives are unreliable,

he requested your help.

The detective in charge is...?

Pleased to meet you, I'm Okitegami...

Don't bother, we know.

Having a private detective participate in a police investigation

- is preposterous. - it's because you're too slow.

My memory resets when I sleep.

I'm ideal for confidentiality,

and I won't inconvenience the police investigation.

That's the Forgetful Detective.

This is a shop I patronise.

I rushed here for the celebration,

and then this happened.

What sort of case is it?

Murder.

A bizarre one, at that.

Apparel shop, Nashorn.

In a shop crowded for the third anniversary,

an incident occurred.

The victim was regular customer Yanei Sashiko-san.

An in-store surveillance camera

shows her arrive at 11 o'clock.

20 minutes later, she was found dead in a fitting room.

The cause of death was occipital trauma.

The weapon was one of the shop's original hangers.

The weight and hardness were sufficient for a bludgeon.

In front of the fitting rooms

is a CCTV blind spot,

so unfortunately the killer's exit wasn't recorded.

You can watch in real time.

You're like someone from the Shōwa era.

The shop was crowded with customers at the time,

so the victim was witnessed entering the fitting room.

But nobody saw the killer.

20 minutes past between the victim