Kayoko unlocked the front door and entered. It was exactly how she had left it and she walked into the bedroom to begin packing. She pulled a large suitcase out from under the bed and was soon emptying the contents of her dresser into it. Whenever she got an assignment she never knew how long she'd be gone. Sometimes it would only be a week, sometimes it was a month. She wasn't very fond of her job but she didn't have a choice. People who could change part of their body into a weapon were rare. If the organization she worked for caught wind of one of these people roaming freely she was given the order to track them down and either make them join the organization or kill them. Kayoko sometimes wished that when she had been located she had chosen the second option.

The things they promised her had seemed like a wonderful escape from the life she had been living but it turned out to just be lies. Her new life was a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. If she left the organization they would kill her. She hated the person they forced her to become, cold and distant, but she didn't want to die. She hoped she'd be free one day, able to make her own decisions, live the way she wanted to.

With her suitcase packed she began the task of trying to drag it to the car. She managed to reach the front door, when she opened it she found her driver standing there waiting.

"Would you like some help?" He asked her kindly.

"That would be wonderful, thank you." She said as she handed over the heavy luggage.

It took him a few minutes to try and cram the bag into the trunk but with some effort he was able to shut the trunk and they were soon on their way out of town. She sat in the back seat, listening to the soft music that was playing on the radio. She studied the back of the driver's head, dreaming about how it must feel to be a normal person with a normal job. He felt her eyes on him and he looked back at her through the rear view mirror. He gave her a small smile and she couldn't help but smile back. To her he seemed very kind and genuine; it was strange for her to be around a person who openly showed their emotions like he did. It made her feel safe and just a little bit happy.

Kayoko leaned forward, "May I ask your name?"

"My name's Urano Emio." He told her. "And you are Miss Miyu, right?"

"Please just call me Kayoko."

He smiled at her and Kayoko leaned back into her seat, relaxed. It was slightly comforting to her that he didn't talk like she did, proper grammar at all times. She glanced over at the three envelopes lying on the seat beside her. Kayoko sighed as she sadly picked the top one up. Inside of each envelope was a picture and description of a person she was sent to locate. She knew the people in the pictures were just like her, a weapon used by the government, something they could just throw away when they didn't want them anymore. To Kayoko it was hard to open each envelope and read about each person because she knew that there was a possibility that she would be the one to end their life.

The first envelope was very light, when she dumped the files out onto her lap there were just a few papers. The first thing that caught her eye was the picture. It was a young boy smiling widely, Kayoko guessed him to be around eleven or twelve but the papers said he was sixteen. He looked happy and free, his life just barely beginning. He was very plain with short, sandy blonde hair and clear, brown eyes. Kayoko read about how he was abandoned by his birth parents when he was ten and was adopted by a new family when he was twelve. Every person who had ever been located with a weapon had at one point been an orphan. No one knew why and no one at the organization would answer questions about the subject.

She continued to read about how his weapon had first appeared soon after he arrived in his new home. His weapon was said to be a sword though no one was quite sure what part of his body it came from. The only thing left on the paper was his name; she always waited until last to read the person's name because that way they didn't seem so human. Saiko Kayo was the boy's name. She quickly replaced the papers and the picture into the envelope.

The next envelope was heavy and when she emptied it the contents covered her lap. She dug through it all to find the picture. His name was Ikue Fujiko and just from the picture Kayoko could tell he was a rich, spoiled brat. He wore expensive looking clothes and his facial expressions showed arrogance. He had white hair and stunning blue eyes. The papers said he was twenty-two and he looked like the kind of person who would be out partying all night. Reading more she learned that he was the adopted son of a rich businessman. His weapon or weapons, as Kayoko read further, were knives. People claimed to have seen him turn the fingers on his left hand into small throwing knives. Kayoko quickly shoved the papers away; she had learned all she cared for about the spoiled rich kid.

The last envelope was so light she thought it might be empty. She pulled out a picture and a single sheet of paper. The paper was only filled halfway with information. It was another boy; he had aged out of an orphanage at the age of seventeen and had been living in a rundown apartment building since then. His weapon was unknown so she wasn't sure if he truly even had one. His picture was slightly blurred and from what she read he was twenty but in the picture he looked to be only about fifteen. She guessed it was from when he was still in the orphanage. His skin had a tint to it where it looked like he had spent too long out in the sun and had gotten a nice tan. His hair was a light golden color with dark brown highlights. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were but they looked sad, it was easy for Kayoko to relate to this boy. She had also aged out of an orphanage.