It all began with a park, a kids park. A park which in which kids played everyday, that their mother's took them to each day. Every day was normal and enjoyable, till one something that shouldn't have happened, happened. A little boy, wearing a pitch-black trenchcoat too large for him and completely stained with blood splotches was hiding in some bushes. He watched the children play, something came to his attention. A little boy with large and extremely messy hair was playing a game of which the bloodstained boy didn't name of a game involving a black and white checkered ball. He didn't most of his time playing as a child, well actually he'd been a child for an extremely longer time than most kids. He watched the kid play with a very, very young girl with a whistle in her mouth. He watched them closely and deduced that they were brother and sister, ages 6 and 4. Then all of a sudden they boy kicked the ball over the little girl's head over to the bloodstainded boy's hiding spot. She waddled over to come get the ball and he boy desparately looked for a hiding spot but there was no place to hide, he'd be seen if he stayed there, and he really couldn't afford to be seen, not like this. The boy then did something weird, he snapped his fingers frantically as if something was supposed to happen. Nothing did. The girl picked up the ball and looked over and saw him. Another weird thing happened, she didn't scream, she didn't cry, she just held up the ball and fell over on her bosom and laughed. Then she asked: "Wanna play with us?" The boy looked at her for a moment and and nodded shyly. His trenchcoat dropped to the ground as she led him over to her brother as three began to play a game. The three of them unknowingly started something, something that would change their lives forever, especially the boy in the bloodstained trenchcoat.
Jack awoke feeling more tired than when he went to bed, as usual. He looks to the right of me as if expecting someone to be there, actually more like hoping. But as usual there's no one there. He's alone, as usual. He get up out of bed and see the usual blue sky out the window. I looked at his watch, which of course, wasn't a watch. It was his custom made Digivice. A device that allowed many functions. The most important of all: Digivolution. But as it were this feat is impossible, without two important things, a Digimon Spirit or a Digimon Partner. Which he had neither of at the particular moment. He looked out over the district of Odaiba, his unofficial hometown. Or at least it used to be. Before something or someone, took not just it but everything else from his life here away from him. But he was doing, was going to help him get it all back. But first he needed to see someone, someone he used to care deeply for and still does, someone who loved him in the same way, but now doesn't remember he existed, ever. He needed her support or this would never work. No one else would work, they didn't believe like she did, have the passion like she did, or have the will to fight for what was right like she did. Her name: Kari Kamiya/Archer. Sans the Archer at least at this point in time. But if he had anything to do about it. He'd get her back, or die trying. Cause now he's found a way back, back to where he truly was in his prime, to where he and everyone around him truly felt alive...