And now, since Ean is going to go sulk and play video games, I’d like to redirect your attention to something more interesting: the arrivals gate of the municipal airport, where a number of people were disembarking from their flights.
One in particular had been traveling longer than the others. This was the last stop on what had been a multiple flight journey.
He was younger than he looked, and he looked about thirty. He was tall – almost lanky – and physically fit. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, but the rest of his features were Japanese.
He wore a denim jacket over fatigues printed with urban camouflage. His only possession was a locked briefcase that had not left his hands at any point during his trip.
His name was Hito Yon, and he was there to save the world.