It is, as with all great spy stories, a dark night. Not a sound is heard anywhere in the world at all, and a peaceful silence lays itself over the Earth like a warm blanket; offering its warmth and security. But, to you, it's too quiet.
Underneath this blanket, there are some nasty bed bugs. And you, Takuya, are the only one capable of removing every last one of them.
You are currently on a stake out mission. Nothing special, they told you back at HQ. Just walk about, scope things out, and report back. With a mission so simplistic, what's the point in providing you anything special?
They've taken everything but your gun, leaving you with your instincts and clothes to walk up and down a few lonely street blocks.
No need for fancy clothes. You're stuck in the standard spy trench coat, but underneath you're only wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt. What? Not like you're going to run into anyone who you'd want to take it off of you.
"Darn it all... I'm better than this." You scoff, kicking at the curb of the street you're currently walking on. "Danger! Excitement! Where are they? Where are the reasons I joined this organization?" You sigh, clearly frustrated with the world.
Minutes later, you stop on a dark street corner. Well, dark minus the street light you're standing under. The light has a yellowish color, adding a splash of liveliness to the sides of the low-class buildings within view. You snort disapprovingly, thinking that your time would be better spent at home sleeping than actually walking around on the curb. You feel useless.
Little does your dream self know, that Cherubimon's magic is beginning its work on your dream...
You sigh and look around. Amused yet again by the tints of yellow on the dingy building walls. Suddenly, out of the darkness behind you, a hand reaches out and covers your mouth and nose. In panic, you inhale deeply, hands grasping the hand with both of your own trying desperately to pull it away.
The fumes are intoxicating, and quickly your struggles fade into unconsciousness as the world around you blackness. The warm blanket has wrapped itself around you and strangled you, leaving you to fend for your own.
You wake up later...
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