It was a nice, sunny day. Kunikida was right on schedule to get to work in four more minutes. Not too crowded streets. Seemed like another day with a perfect schedule.

You were running down a road. You didn't know which one. Wearing a stolen military robe and sprinting. It had taken a year or so of planning and failed attempts, but you finally got out of that horrific lab.

You turned a corner and couldn't stop your little legs before you bumped into a man. The man you jumped into, Kunikida, stumbled back a bit. Only a bit. And looked down at you.