Raegan, Ceya, Fumiko, Anna, Sam, Kyle, Hibiki, Natsumi, Charlie, Ayame, Tay, Trey, Jimmee, Kaez, and Maia are DigiDestined that form a group called the Secret Police. They keep Digimon in check when non DigiDestined humans need protection. But the group goes to the Digital World on an unexpected mission, where a group of evil Digimon await them. The Shadow Reigners are most certainly no good, though nobody understand why they are going so far. Pulling the strings behind the scenes is the mysterious POD, who seems to be neither friend nor foe. Uncertainty lies in wake around every corner, but the fight has to be won. That is the duty of the secret police, after all.

*Start of Journal Entry* "For many years, I've felt... off. Something doesn't feel exactly comfortable, and I feel confused about my identity. Ever since I was young and capable of comprehension, I grew this weird attachment to a show named Digimon. Yeah, call me cringe central, but I feel at home. Whatever is empty inside of me fills with love and compassion when I watch the show. When I write my own short stories about Digimon. When I day dream about being a part of that world. I just want the suspense, the action, and friends impossible to have in this lame life. Oh! That's my parents." *The Journal Entry Stops There* In truth, this writing was five years ago. I was fourteen years old. So young. So harmless.... little did I know that the day I wrote that entry, my life flipped. Two years after that entry, I had lost everything I loved. I lost my parents, as well as my brother. My sister was taken away, put into foster care. As some say, "the past is the past," or "just let it go." Yeah, sorta hard to let go of your past when it comes back and haunts everything you do. The year is now 2017, I'm what I oh so wished to be friends with. About making friends though? I made friends, but I have lost so much ever since I met them. I digress. Back to what I've become. I started as an innocent child, but I have become a creature with split personalities and bloodlust. Tooth and claw are my tools of rendering flesh, and flame for singeing those who hinder me. I am the beginning, and the end. I have caused chaos, now I must control it. Truthfully, I have made what I hate. Read through my story, and discover the life of someone very peculiar. Someone who's been raised by the very culture of digital creatures reveals that they are all unified in their struggle. The life of someone who brings all together to fight as one, the very purpose of a digital creature. This is the Life of a Digimon