Jin found me in his room some days later. I'd come across a picture of him and a woman I didn't recognize. She wore a headband and a white shirt. I thought she looked somewhat familiar but maybe I'd seen her in some other place or maybe another picture. She and Jin were laughing. I wish I could be like that, happy as if nothing bad had ever happened to me.

Jin stood in the doorway, he hadn't said anything to acknowledge his presence but I could feel that he was there. "Who is she?" Jin smiled and sat next to me on his bed.

"That would be my mother, Jun Kazama." Jun Kazama. So that was my name. I look so much different now. I wonder what happened. But I know what happened. Kazuya Mishima. Jin snapped me out of my thoughts. "It was taken before the accident."

The accident. "What happened anyway?" I'd forgotten. I don't think I ever really knew.

"We're not quite sure of the details but we think that our house, yours and mine, caught fire in Yakushima. I never thought you'd be one to be afraid of fire." He chuckled softly.

"Afraid of burning," I corrected. "Was it set intentionally?"

"Don't know. Maybe. But who would deliberately set fire to a kind person's home?" Jin looked at me as though he didn't know the answer.

"How did things go with him anyway?" I asked.

"What?"

"Your father."

"Oh. He refused to tell me anything."

"So you fought him." I looked at him, waiting.

"I tried, yes." He shook his head slightly. I knew what he meant. He'd lost. "How did you know, anyway?"

"I found the letters." I smiled. Jin smiled back. "Well, I'm glad you came back, Jin. I needed you."

He rose and walked over to me, hugging me to his chest. "I know, Mother, I know." After a few more moments, he let go. "So, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Michelle and I are taking you to dinner."

"Are you sure that will be okay?" I asked, a little nervous.

"Yeah, you'll do fine. He held my hand and we left the room. I found a white dress and the headband I'd worn in the picture. Before the accident. I sighed as I stepped into my high-healed shoes. Hopefully I was ready for this.

And I was. It had said nothing as I spoke with Michelle and Jin. I had stayed strong. I had been normal. As normal as was possible; as normal as I could ever get. But I know I'll hear from It later. I always did. But I made it a point not to hurt Jin with my pain.

And hopefully, one day, Jun Kazama would be free of the deathly curse that controls my mind. That I would, one day, be just like everyone else.