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It was July 30, 1995, a hot summer evening in the peaceful district of Hachioji, Tokyo, where everything seemed ordinary. People were preparing to celebrate the Bon Odori festival—a time when Japanese families honor their ancestors and enjoy traditional dance and festivities. But at the Nampei Owad…

It was July 30, 1995, a hot summer evening in the peaceful district of Hachioji, Tokyo, where everything seemed ordinary. People were preparing to celebrate the Bon Odori festival—a time when Japanese families honor their ancestors and enjoy traditional dance and festivities. But at the Nampei Owada supermarket, nestled on a quiet street corner, the evening would soon turn into a nightmare—a scene that would forever haunt the small community. At around 9:15 p.m., the last customers had left, and