What I Realized When I Talked with My Brother in a Karaoke Box

On March 5, 2018, I was subjected to psychological destruction tactics using sound and light at a hotel in the Sotetsu chain (which closed in August of the same year) and at a nearby Lawson convenience store.

At the time, I mistakenly believed there must be some reason for these tactics, thinking they were necessary to rescue me from the people who had been tormenting me.

However, over time, I began to realize that the purpose was to make me a permanent subject of human experimentation.
Fearing that my nieces might also be harmed, I contacted my brother.

On November 22, 2018, I met my brother at the north exit of Nagoya Station. I handed him a document detailing the events I had experienced up until that point.

At Nagoya Station, an unusually large number of people in suits were coming and going, which made me suspicious.

While my brother was reading the document I gave him, one of the men in a suit stopped and maintained eye contact with me for an extended period.

Afterward, we went to a nearby karaoke box to talk.

The room we were shown already had the TV on, with some program playing at a loud volume.

During our conversation, my brother placed his IQOS charger far from where he was sitting so that when I looked up, the light from the charger would hit my eyes.

He repeatedly encouraged me to continue seeing a psychiatrist, and eventually said,
"I’ll take you to the psychiatrist even if I have to drag you there by the neck."

At the time, I was living in Kawasaki City, Kanagawa Prefecture, and had returned home for the New Year holidays.

My brother and his wife were living in a two-family house with our parents (both of whom passed away in 2021), but I felt that despite having no contact with anyone in Kawasaki, my information was somehow being relayed to them.

From my brother's behavior when we met that day, I concluded that he was also part of the organization involved in human experimentation.

I don't know when he became involved, but I suspect that our father may have become a collaborator by the mid-1980s.

I will write about this matter in more detail in a separate post.