Look, I don't remember much about before I was kidnapped, but I'll do my best to tell my back story.
My name is Matsuko Nakahari. Before I got kidnapped, I was 15 years old. Now, I am 17. My mom and dad died in an arsenal fire when I was seven, and I hid from the police, who would take me to an orphanage. I ran to my Aunt Mai's house, in hopes for protection from the last family I had. I used to live in Tokyo, home schooled. The problem with being with my aunt is she was a smoker and she smoked in bed. One night, while I was in bed, I heard the creak of my window opening. When I looked up, there was a hooded figure with a mischievous glint in their eye. Since it was dark, I couldn't tell if they were a boy or girl.
In a quick instant, they grabbed me by my shirt and stormed off, me screaming behind him. Looking back at my house, I was angered to see the crackling flames that smelled of tobacco and nicotine. Unsure of whether my kidnapper started the blaze or not, my scream subsides to a whimper.
When we stop, the kidnapper loosens his grip on me and I try to run.
" Don't, " the boy, I realize, says, tightening his grip, this time on my arm.
" You killed my only family, " I hiss, " Of course I'm going to run from you. "
My captor laughs deeply. Not an evil laugh, just amused.
" I didn't kill your aunt, Matsuko," he continues, still grinning. In the moonlight, he seemed to be only eyes and a mouth, " She was smoking again. The blankets caught flame and I was there. Not in the room, just outside your window."
A vulture of a thousand questions and confusion circled my head.
" How do you know my name? How do you know Mai was my aunt? Why were you there? Are there others? What else do you- "
" One at a time. I may be skilled, but I can't answer all your questions.I knew your name from the day you were born. That was my first assignment. I was at the fire that killed your parent's, too. I followed you to Mai's house. "
" What assignment? "
" I'm sorry, that's classified. "
" What else do you know about me? "
He pondered on that a moment, studying my face, to find my eyes. He never did.
" I know that you hated Mai with a passion. I know that you were planning to run away and find some random senior citizens to take care of you. And most importantly, I know you haven't celebrated your birthday in seven years. You probably don't even remember when your birthday is. It's September 11th by the way. "
I was too shocked to acknowledge. If he knew everything about me, who else did?
" Are- are there... others? "
" Of course, there's plenty of us. More than you could possibly imagine. They watch people like you grow up all over the world. "
" Who are you? "
" Saburo Hiraga. It means- "
" Third born child is unknown. "
