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I hope this will last longer than I think it will. If this is over, then at least...we can live without interference, if not return home where we came from. But if this will be over after a week...my penalty will be returned and I won't remember anything. Unless I have something to look back at.
My name is Hidaka Ken. It's written with the kanji for flight and hawk, for my family name, and the kanji for health for my given name. I was born December 23rd, 1979 in Niigata, Japan. My parents were named Mariko and Hikaru, and I didn't have any other family. When I was six, my mom died, and afterward I was sent to live at the Yokohama Penichua church under the care of Sister Amamiya Kaoruko. While living there, I met Kouichiro Kase, my best friend. The two of us loved to play soccer, and we ended up getting scouted by the J-League, me as a goalie, and Kase as a reserve player. After a few years...there was an incident.
Something happened, I ended up throwing a game. I'd been drugged somehow, and even though I didn't do anything, I was accused of cooperating with a ring of illegal soccer gamblers. It was enough to get me thrown out of the J-League. Kase was helping me to investigate who was behind it, and...we were getting close. Both of us. But when Kase asked me to meet him to talk about it, we were attacked. Kase was dragged off...probably killed...and the guys who jumped us lit the building Kase and I had been in on fire...and left me inside. That's where the scars on my back are from. I can't remember how I survived. I was dragged out by someone, probably a Kritiker agent, and taken to a hospital to recover.
It took months. During that time I was told that I'd been declared dead, and Kritiker--an organization that operates outside Japanese law to bring justice to people and companies who are above the law's reach--offered me a job. Said that I'd be able to find the truth behind what had happened to me and make sure that something like it didn't happen to anyone else, by working through them. I accepted. There wasn't anything else for me anymore.
They taught me how to conduct investigations, how to go undercover to find evidence of wrongdoing, how to hack into computer systems and how to tap phones and other communications. I wasn't any good at most of it. But then they taught me how to fight, and how to kill.
That, I was good at. And it landed me a spot in Weiss, Kritiker's new team of assassins. When I was assigned, it was just me and Omi (Tsukiyono), the team leader. Yohji (Kudoh) joined later, followed eventually by Aya (Fujimiya.) It was after Aya joined the team that I was brought to Luceti.
Things after that I remember without a problem. But...it was scary, waking up without any memory of who I was, and where I came from. What I did remember was just enough to make me think I was crazy, making it up. But...I'm not crazy. At least, not making this up.
Sena. We're working with Albert's teams during this, if you didn't see his message. Have you heard from Aya or Yohji recently?
Daisya...I have to talk to you.
And...heh. Out of all the people who used to live here, I'm the only one left. It's kinda lonely, living in an empty house, isn't it? If the whole world ends up going to hell, it won't matter though, will it?
My name is Hidaka Ken. It's written with the kanji for flight and hawk, for my family name, and the kanji for health for my given name. I was born December 23rd, 1979 in Niigata, Japan. My parents were named Mariko and Hikaru, and I didn't have any other family. When I was six, my mom died, and afterward I was sent to live at the Yokohama Penichua church under the care of Sister Amamiya Kaoruko. While living there, I met Kouichiro Kase, my best friend. The two of us loved to play soccer, and we ended up getting scouted by the J-League, me as a goalie, and Kase as a reserve player. After a few years...there was an incident.
Something happened, I ended up throwing a game. I'd been drugged somehow, and even though I didn't do anything, I was accused of cooperating with a ring of illegal soccer gamblers. It was enough to get me thrown out of the J-League. Kase was helping me to investigate who was behind it, and...we were getting close. Both of us. But when Kase asked me to meet him to talk about it, we were attacked. Kase was dragged off...probably killed...and the guys who jumped us lit the building Kase and I had been in on fire...and left me inside. That's where the scars on my back are from. I can't remember how I survived. I was dragged out by someone, probably a Kritiker agent, and taken to a hospital to recover.
It took months. During that time I was told that I'd been declared dead, and Kritiker--an organization that operates outside Japanese law to bring justice to people and companies who are above the law's reach--offered me a job. Said that I'd be able to find the truth behind what had happened to me and make sure that something like it didn't happen to anyone else, by working through them. I accepted. There wasn't anything else for me anymore.
They taught me how to conduct investigations, how to go undercover to find evidence of wrongdoing, how to hack into computer systems and how to tap phones and other communications. I wasn't any good at most of it. But then they taught me how to fight, and how to kill.
That, I was good at. And it landed me a spot in Weiss, Kritiker's new team of assassins. When I was assigned, it was just me and Omi (Tsukiyono), the team leader. Yohji (Kudoh) joined later, followed eventually by Aya (Fujimiya.) It was after Aya joined the team that I was brought to Luceti.
Things after that I remember without a problem. But...it was scary, waking up without any memory of who I was, and where I came from. What I did remember was just enough to make me think I was crazy, making it up. But...I'm not crazy. At least, not making this up.
Sena. We're working with Albert's teams during this, if you didn't see his message. Have you heard from Aya or Yohji recently?
Daisya...I have to talk to you.
And...heh. Out of all the people who used to live here, I'm the only one left. It's kinda lonely, living in an empty house, isn't it? If the whole world ends up going to hell, it won't matter though, will it?