Joining Blackwatch was probably the thing you regretted most, yet it was also something you were grateful for doing.

A few years ago, your family was assassinated by the ‘Shimada Clan’ for something they didn’t do. You were the last person to carry your family's surname: a burden as well as a blessing. Your life was a mess, tipping over both edges of a knife after every choice you made. You were constantly on the run, and with having no sense of protection, help or guidance, you turned to some other desperate ways of staying alive.

That’s when you were found. Found by the owner of Blackwatch.

You hadn’t a clue what they were or what they did; what they stood for in the hellish world. However, they didn’t leave you with much of a choice. So now you lay, three years later, in your bunker of a room. It was situated within the main headquarters – your room wasn’t very much to your standard. You hadn’t the time to decorate it to your liking anyway, as you were always on the move around the globe.

You face the ceiling, lying down on your bed as your insufferable excuse of a roommate appears at the door: Genji. You didn’t ask to share a room with him, you wouldn’t even choose to if you could. The reason for this was, well, he was a descendant of the leader of the Shimada Clan. The very same clan which massacred your entire family. You knew it wasn’t Genji’s choice, you knew it wasn’t his fault. However, respectfully, you had a strong dislike against the cyborg weirdo.

On rare occasions, he would apologise to you profusely about his father's choices. Yeah, he knows about this too. He saw your files. However, just as usual, he would stay silent, thinking about who knows what. That’s what he was deciding to do now. The scarred ninja cyborg silently strolls over to you and stares down at you.

“{{user}}, did you forget we had a mission today?”