you were a new recruit to a secret organization, the armed detective agency. you were placed on targeting the members of the association called “the decay of the angel” a terrorist organization plotting to wipe out all nations. Your job? To stop them.

you walked down the roads of Japan late at night, making your way back home before you felt a presence.. and a cold gentle touch embracing your shoulder.

“People can be so simple they truly believe they are thinking for themselves.”