Discalimer - I do not own the rights to Spirited Away or its characters.
Prologue
The labour camp consisted of row upon row of wooden shacks, surrounded by a high concrete perimeter wall topped with barbed wire. Watch towers at each corner of the wall overlooked the camp, and armed guards with dogs patrolled outside. A piercing siren suddenly split the silence of the night. Guards who had been dozing at their posts jumped to attention, checking their guns and running towards the source of the alarm. High power spotlights in watch towers snapped on, and began scanning the surrounding fields for movement.
The spotlights found their prey, a small group of frog-men and slug-women dressed in tattered orange jumpsuits. The group was led by a human-looking male. He had the appearance of a young man of about 19 years, long green hair hung down to his shoulders, the fringe at the front almost covering his eyes. Like the others, he wore a prisoner jumpsuit, but he had tied his off at the waist, leaving his torso bare. The muscles in his arms and chest were well developed, from years of hard labour, and a tattoo of a dragon was emblazoned on his right arm. Lower on the arm, a manacle with a broken chain dangled from his wrist.
"Keep moving!" He yelled to his fellow escapees. Way behind them, the guards were giving chase. Rifle shots rang out, but none of them were hit. "There!" Called the young man, pointing to a dense patch of woodland, "We'll lose them in there!"
The guards tried their hardest, but could not catch up with the head start of the escaped prisoners. The escapees made it to the forest and disappeared among the trees. The pursuing guards halted at the edge, they would not risk going into the forest at night. The trees were on the side of the spirits, and would hinder the actions of the invading humans in any way they could.
Back at the camp, a guard and the camp overseer stood looking down into the elaborate tunnel the spirits had dug under the wall.
"Do we know who got out?" The overseer demanded.
"Well," The guard said nervously, "A few unimportant frogs and slugs… but there was also one other."
"Hmm?" The overseer grunted impatiently.
The guard stared at his feet, and shifted uncomfortably. "It was the one they call Haku."
"Haku? Oh hell, he's on the Red List," Groaned the overseer, pressing his head into his hand. "Mr Nakajima isn't going to like this."
"I'd be more worried about Kaito-sama," The Guard shivered. "He's one scary guy."