Valor City - The Hidden Files

File 1 - Blocked Ways

Day 1, Note 1

10/3/20

If you're reading this right now, it's important to me. If you've found this, I'm either dead or you're one lucky bastard.

My name is Kamiko, I don't wish to give further details and I do not wish for my legacy to continue from this point.

All you need to know, is I'm a reader, a psychopath and I'm a man full of surprises. At this point, this world is just overwhelming me with everything I do.

I am assigned to execute the strongest and most loving people. Before I was given this assignment, I was tortured and beaten, subjected to all sorts of horrible things. I don't tell anyone about my story because no one believes me.

I call this group "The Unknowns," some of the most evil people to ever exist on the face of the earth.

I didn't want this, so whatever happens, just know I didn't mean it.

Kamiko woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. Disoriented, he blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The room was stark and unwelcoming, with cold metal walls and a similarly oppressive ceiling. The harsh, artificial light overhead cast eerie reflections off the polished surfaces, making the room feel even more sterile and alien.

As Kamiko's eyes adjusted, he took in every detail, his mind racing. The corners of the room were sharp and unforgiving, devoid of any warmth or comfort. He noticed the seamless, industrial design—everything was functional, without a single element of decoration or personal touch.

His gaze moved to the numerous security cameras strategically placed around the room, their lenses coldly observing his every move. The realization that he was being constantly monitored sent a chill down his spine. He knew better than to speak; any sound could be recorded, analyzed, and used against him. The presence of the cameras was a silent reminder of the control "The Unknowns" had over him.

Kamiko's mind raced as he processed his situation. The memories of his past ordeals—the torture, the beatings—flooded back, mixing with the oppressive atmosphere of the room. He felt a surge of anger and fear but forced himself to remain calm. He needed to stay composed, to think clearly if he had any chance of escaping this nightmarish place.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. There had to be a way out, a way to turn the tables on his captors. But for now, he had to play their game, biding his time and waiting for the right moment to act.

Suddenly, at this moment in time he remembered... remembered the entire reason that he was standing in this room all along. It was too begin a new life, following the orders of the Unknowns from where Kamiko stood. It began with the testing.

Suddenly, the speaker in the top left corner of the room crackled to life. A man's voice, deep and unsettling with an almost mocking tone, came through.

"Hello, Kamiko."

Kamiko remained silent. Throughout his life, he had always kept his thoughts to himself, never letting anyone in.

"You're not going to respond, hmm? Well... If you want to make it out of here alive, then how about you listen and respond to my speech."

Kamiko realized he had no choice. His orange eyes began to shine slightly as he resigned himself to the situation, but he remained wary, determined not to fall for any tricks.

"You idiots really believe that I want anything to do with you after everything I've done?" Kamiko finally responded, his voice dripping with contempt.

The voice behind the speaker replied almost instantly. "You haven't affected us, not one bit... Our organization, Neurochem, has evolved beyond what even I can believe." A slight laugh followed the man's words, dripping with condescension.

Kamiko stared into one of the cameras, his eyes burning with defiance. "How about you walk into this room and we can talk it out real nice?" His intentions were clear: he was ready to fight his way out.

The voice chuckled. "You want to get your head bashed in with my beautiful metal bat sitting next to me? What is this, your fifteenth life?"

Kamiko was momentarily speechless. He had no idea what the man was talking about. "What do you mea—" he began, but was cut off.

"You know exactly what I mean. We have all of your files right here. So let me just get to the point: you are going to make a trip to Valor to live out your life... and kill in the process. End this little group for me, will you? I call them the 'little shits' because they are immature, stupid, and built like lab rats," the man said, his tone a mix of seriousness and dark humor.

"I'm not wasting my time on people, never again," Kamiko asserted, his voice firm.

"You are now. Do you want to die?" The speaker's voice echoed through the room, and Kamiko was suddenly assaulted by vivid, haunting visions.

"No," Kamiko responded, his voice barely above a whisper.

"My name is Dread. Also... buckle up, because this is going to be one hell of a ride."

The room fell silent, the oppressive atmosphere pressing down on Kamiko. He knew he had no choice but to comply, at least for now. The fight for his freedom, and perhaps his sanity, was just beginning.

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