I’ve tried moving on… but it’s like waking up from a dream that you can’t possibly remember no matter how hard you try. An important dream that made you feel like nothing you’ve ever known. You try to remember, but you just can’t. It eludes you… taunts you… haunts you until it’s hard to think of anything else. The answers keep escaping me… so I’m writing this in the hopes that reading my own thoughts will help bring back those memories that seem forever lost to the passage of time like so many twigs down a stream. I lost seven years of my life to Edison… and Goddamnit I want them back.
I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself of course. I suppose it all started back when I first joined the World Organization Of Human Protection. Me, Alice and Crimson… we had never met each other before we were whisked… or WOOHPed… away from our homes. Candidates chosen as another team in a long line of young girls trained to save the world. It was scary… I was only thirteen at the time, and it seemed like I was about to black out I was so stunned. But Jerry was there to calm me down.