After an illegal fight and a victory, Nina Williams was changing clotes in the changing room. After she finished with it, she stepped out and saw 2 men in black suit.

"Nina Williams?" one of them reached for her hand to shake. She shook his hand and said "Yes?" with a questioning face.

"We are representers of IF Corporation. We are sending fighters to Tekken Tournements. So we are inviting you to fight for our corporation in 3rd Tekken Tournement."

She didn't have an idea about how to join Tekken Tournements. Was that how it works?

"Why do you want 'me'?"

"We are aware of what a great fighter you are. We are big fans of your fighting style and your success. Our corporation has been following you since the first tournament. We saw your potential and we can see what you are capable of..."

As the voice of the man disappered in her mind, different voice has emerged from her past.

"I know your potential. You can be very useful for this country. Don't waste your time over stupid things!"

After this audial illusion she had a vision of hands ripping papers with drawings on them.

"You don't have to say yes immediately. This is our card, we will be waiting for your answer." he handed her a card.

She took it and leaved there without saying a thing. She was thinking about her illusion. Who was he? Why did he rip papers and why was it so saddening?

Nina's pov

I always keep seeing things, hearing things. Non-stop. It wears me out. Because I cannot connect them, they doesn't make sense to me.

It's not just me that I can't understand. I can't understand other people either.

So I keep fighting in underground fight clubs for nothing. The money I get from fighting goes directly to bars and pubs. I keep drinking. Because I can't stop thinking until I get drunk.

Here in a pub again, I am drinking just for not thinking anymore. Lots of people around having fun. I hate people. I don't want to be around them. They are just like a bunch of sheep. They are living for nothing, they are here just for fun, drinking, chatting about nothing, trying to get attention...

TV is on. Bartender boy is watching it while he's serving. It's news.

"Maybe for the first time in Tekken history..."

That thing again?

"... a fighter has joined the tournament without signing with a company. His name is Kazama Jin, the people's choice...''

All the voices and visions had disappear when he was shown in TV. All I see is the boy named Kazama Jin on the TV. Nothing else.

My brain screams ''DANGER''

Kill him.

Kill him.

I must kill him.