Code: Execute

Code: Join 2.0

It was almost 1 AM and [Y/n] was lying comfortably on a spare bed in the recovery room at the Agency.  There were three or four beds littered across the room, along with multiple cabinets labeled with medicines, tools, and even some hard to find herbs.

She'd been in the room for around five hours at this point, and she was trying to keep herself awake in case the boy sleeping in the bed next to her had decided to wake up overnight. She was beginning to doubt he would wake up until tomorrow, but she didn't want to risk not being there, or not being seen.

As the time passed, she found herself looking into the information available about her past.  It was only newspaper rumors, no actual evidence about her past.

Orphans Beaten by the Docks and Left for Dead.

Young Orphan Kicked out after  Being the Only Survivor of Brutal Attack!

Young Girl Saved from Orphan Attack and Kicked out of Orphanage for Surviving!

Young Girl Found Half Dead with Two Other Victims!

She frowned as she'd read the reports of that night on her database screen. She'd been attacked one night while sneaking out of the orphanage. 

That was the beginning of her days in somewhat hiding.  She'd had a bounty placed on her head after that night, sort of.  She had reported it was a random ability user who had saved her,  but no one knew except for the President that she'd been the one to mutilate those men.  No one thought the half-dead girl was the ability user famously sought after on the black market.

While in the hospital, every day she'd wake up in a recovery bed without anyone insight. No parents to hold her, no friends to make her smile or laugh, no siblings to mess with her. She'd had nothing, and it killed her on the inside.

Occasionally, an officer would come in to tell her about the case or a nurse to deliver her medication or meals.  But no one who held any value to her ever came.  The only people she'd ever held close to her were taken from her that night.

The word of her attack and the appearance of the dangerous ability user had gotten out among the authorities, and eventually while recovering in some half-assed hospital Yukichi showed up and questioned the girl. He had calmly stepped into the room with his stoic face as intimidating as ever before revealing his thoughts on the case.

She was laying in bed sipping on a carton of strawberry milk when he'd first introduced himself. 
Her broken ankle was being elevated by a hang and bandaged were wrapped around her arms and parts of her neck and face.  She looked so strong, yet so broken.

"I have an interesting theory."

"So did Einstein, what's yours about?"

Yukichi had his arms crossed into the sleeves of his haori as he stood at the foot of her bed and looked out the window she was so entranced with while saying, "I think your story doesn't match up.  And I firmly believe no one came to save you, but that you have the ability that killed those men."

He'd seen her stiffen slightly before saying, "Relax, I don't plan to tell anyone on one simple condition."

The girl turned to him with an empty look on her face.  "I never expected to be blackmailed by a detective."

"It's nothing like you may be thinking.  I'd like to help you control your ability, to use it for good."

"Ha!  You think the thing that did that to those men can be good?  You're theory is a little off base."

It took him weeks of stopping by, but after a lot of thought and convincing, she'd accepted.

Girl Left Half Dead Adopted After Being Left Homeless