Chapter One

On a warm summer day in the city of Tours, there lived a young man named Miyoti Takatzi, who had just awoken from the faint ringing of a nearby alarm clock. He swiftly prepared for the day and headed downstairs to be greeted by his parents. His father was sitting quietly in the dining room skimming through the Sunday paper as his mother was preparing coffee in the other room

"Huh, apparently those two companies that were battling it out went bankrupt," remarked his father, as Miyoti entered the room

"Good morning, Miyoti."

"Good morning dad, get anything today?"

"There's a letter for you, not sure who it's from but I don't think its junk mail," his father said pointing at a pile of unopened letters. Miyoti began to sift through the pile searching for the one pertaining to him as stumbled upon a letter with his name in the corner.

"Honey, do you think you could pick up a few things at the store for me?"

"Like what?"

"Just milk and bread, though we are running out of eggs," replied Miyoti's mother as she scanned the refrigerator. After reading through the letter Miyoti told his father what it said

"They want you to go all the way to Paris? Why?"

"I'm not sure, they just want me to show up at this address," Miyoti quickly pointing at the return address on the envelope.

"Well then I'm coming with you."

"Actually the letter said to come alone."

"Then you're not going," his father replied staunchly. "Now I don't want to hear anymore about this, I'm heading to the store and you'd better just tear up that letter and forget all about it," On his way out he downed a small cup of coffee and kissed his wife goodbye as he made his way out the door.

"Don't let him get to you; he just wants you to be safe."

"Yea but mom, I really want to know what's up with this letter."

"Well some things are better left unsolved," Miyoti was unsatisfied with this answer, and sought to discover who had sent that letter. Miyoti wove goodbye to his mother as he mounted his bicycle and headed towards his friend Jean-Paul's house.

"Be back here by five!" his mother shouted as he disappeared into the quaint town. Miyoti at arrived at an apartment building between two businesses, "Chez Marc" and "Le Guitare Endroit". He made his way inside and headed to the 3rd floor, where Jean-Paul lived. Miyoti knocked on the door marked "105" until someone opened it.

"Hello, may I help you?" asked the woman.

"Yes, I was wondering if I could speak to Jean-Paul, I'm Miyoti."

"Oh, are you one of his friends?"

"As I matter of fact, I am."

"I'll tell him you're here," she shut the door and disappeared into the apartment, Miyoti could barely make out what she was saying.

"Jean-Paul one of your friends is at the door!"

"Tell them I'm not here."

"Now come on, it's one of your friends, go answer the door."

"I already told you, I'm not here," the door reopened as Miyoti expected it to be Jean-Paul; it was simply the woman again.

"He isn't here, come back later."

"But I just heard him a couple minutes ago."

"Nope, I'd just go if I were you," Miyoti simply thanked her for her time and walked back to the staircase muttering under his breath.

"Well maybe I'll just check out the place myself," he thought to himself "But then there's dad..." And as quickly as his plan formed it crumbled. He took a quick glance at his wrist-watch and noticed it was quarter to five, and made his way home, though still conjuring an idea to investigate the source of the letter.

Back at the Takatzi residence, several men exited a car parked nearby and headed towards the front door; one was a slender man donning a red shirt with two logos on it, one on each shoulder. The other man was black, and wore a small eye-patch over his right eye and wore a Kevlar jacket. Mrs. Takatzi heard multiple knocks on the door, and as she opened it the two men quickly subdued her. Miyoti had just reached his house, and noticed there was a camper van in the driveway, so he decided to head inside to query his mother about it. As he entered the house he noticed her tied to a chair in the dining room, he went to untie her but was assaulted by the tall man, and knocked unconscious.