The Devils In Our Deeds: Prologue

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July 23rd, 1997

Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan, 4:17AM

The streets and railways of summertime Japan are almost always active in some capacity, walked day and night by those in pursuit of anything ranging from employment to recreational outings

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The streets and railways of summertime Japan are almost always active in some capacity, walked day and night by those in pursuit of anything ranging from employment to recreational outings. Although the capital of Tokyo serves as centerpiece of the country, Japan is spread into eight regions hosting their own respective charms. No matter where one goes, a residual air of tradition and spirituality is never far from even the most modernized areas of it's civilization. Mostly similar to a conventional Earth in terms of land and sea composition as well as general history, this world holds a unique natural order of creatures known as Devils. Personification of humanity's fears, no matter how mild or abstract.

Boasting a population of over one hundred million at this time without even accounting for those indulging in tourism, it's needless to say countless lives proceed to play out one way or another. Some existences are mundane and uneventful, while some are immersed in action that tempts fate itself. But one life in particular reserves a definitive place in this fate to come, a foreigner in more aspects than one currently along the inner streets of Kanagawa. Some distance south of Tokyo and considered a coastal city, this [seemingly young man|http://aminoapps.com/p/aubkug] had chosen to dedicate a majority of his day to casual sightseeing with the luxury of freedom he constantly enjoyed. Granted, he'd needed to put forth some effort in establishing himself upon first stepping foot in this country only just over a week ago.

Firstly was acquiring currency, a stray fifty or hundred Yen coin dropped by a passerby or through sleight of hand proved sufficient. A simple duplication of the metal coins produced ample funds untraceable due to a lack of serial numbers that complicated his legally questionable creation of currency. With a hefty container of said coins, a trip or two with a Coinstar machine was a smart method to obtain more legitimate and transportable funds. Secondly was creating a record of his existence, a issue he'd thankfully grown used to tackling in his travels that was remedied with just a good computer and a night to kill time. Gods forbid he be asked for identification by authorities, a wave of problems inevitable to say the least. With money to spend, he'd decided to treat himself to purchasing a set of casual clothing to wear that fit his general preference in style. A brown leather jacket with wool cuffed sleeves, black cotton t-shirt, dark jeans, and brown leather boots he'd carefully chosen to fit his lean six foot tall form fairly well in all the right places. However, a  few personal accessories remained on his person such as a black beaded bracelet with one or two golden beads bound together, and a pair of dark aviator sunglasses obscuring his eyes from view for some reason, in the dark of night no less.

 However, a  few personal accessories remained on his person such as a black beaded bracelet with one or two golden beads bound together, and a pair of dark aviator sunglasses obscuring his eyes from view for some reason, in the dark of night no less

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