Chapter Five: Izaya:
Why am I doing this? They are just going to kill me! What possessed me to take this job? These people are crazy! Kitano-sensei is the worst. He doesn’t want world domination. He’s trying to kill everyone on the planet.
Well, not everyone.
Why did I accept to do this from that stupid e-mail?
This all started two summers ago. I was just trolling around on the Dollars chatroom when an email popped up on my computer. Hm? I clicked on the message out of boredom. I didn’t know what I was looking at first.
I need you to infiltrate the Tandeki Group. Do it as soon as possible.
What is this? At the time, I had heard of the Tandeki Group. Nothing about them stood out to me. Usually, I would’ve thrown the e-mail in the recycle bin. But then, I saw the address. It looked as if it had been blocked or hidden. At first, I decided to play along.
“Why should I?” I wrote back. I thought that would be the end of that. I didn’t expect to get a reply so quickly.
“You will do it if you don’t want your precious humans to die.”
I stared at this response for about five minutes. I had to think about how I was going to reply back.
“What do you mean?” I wrote back. I hit send and waited for a reply. Sure enough, I got one back. It wasn’t in words, mind you. Instead, I got an email attached to the body of the message. Looking back, I probably should’ve closed out and forgot the whole thing. But, I just had to click play.
That clip couldn’t have lasted any longer than about five minutes, give or take. It was a city in Japan in ruins. Crumbling buildings, broken glass on the cracked roads, vines and grass growing everywhere, and signs faded and bent. There were no people or animals in sight. The quiet in the background of the video was the worst part. Now, I can usually tell when a video is being staged. (I have seen enough videos from DeathVine and other places online when I couldn’t sleep.) But, something didn’t feel right about this video. It just felt… too real. I still get chills thinking about it.
“What is this?” I wrote back.
“It’s Ikebukuro from where I am from. The Tandeki Group did all of this. The world is dying at an alarming rate. We are trying to stop it from happening, but we can’t do it alone,” the person wrote back.
“And why should I do this?” I wrote back. I waited for a reply. The next message would send me on this mission that I wish I could turn back from.
“Because you don’t have much to lose,” the sender wrote back. I don’t know why I wrote the following, but when I realized what I had done, it was too late.
“What do you need me to do?” I wrote back.