Once I got out of the hospital I spent some time recovering at home. Mother wasn't home much so at least I didn't have to deal with her drama. Even with her gone, I still stayed in my room. I spent some days just lying in bed, headphones on listening to some of the mix CD's Kaz had made for me. Others I spent in front of my computer looking at things online. Sometimes I'd look up the attack to see what others had to say about it. I found the video that one customer had started filming when the guy started choking his girl. Too bad that wasn't admissible in court back then, right? The video stops shortly after the two start beating me. That must have been when everyone decided they didn't want to be next and left.

Once I had managed to get through my speech therapy and could speak normally again, I decided to attempt to go to school. I walked into a school where nobody would look at me. Even the teachers would look away quickly once they saw my scars and realized who I was. I sat through the classes, but didn't feel like I was really there. As I was leaving I glanced towards the baseball field and noticed something stuck to the fence. I walked over to see what it was, and as I got closer realized it was a shrine. Tributes and prayer ribbons tied to the fence for Kazuto Akino, beloved member of the baseball team and friend to all. I didn't go back to school after that.

I spent less time going outside as well. Whenever I did, all I could feel were eyes staring at my scars. Home was where I was most comfortable with myself. I began to search for the two monsters that took my life from me. It's amazing what the Internet can find, isn't it? I could read up on their past arrests and court cases. I spent a lot of time on that, more than I'd care to admit. I wouldn't say it was an obsession, but what was I really supposed to do with myself anyway? I glanced around my room. The bag that I'd carried home from the hospital was still sitting against the wall by my dresser. It held what I'd been wearing when I was brought to the hospital. At first the nurse had said they would dispose of it for me and bring me some new clothes, but I said no. I wanted that angel costume back. I haven't opened the bag since I got it, but knowing it's there comforts me somehow. He told me I was his angel, so I can't just throw it away.

During one of my Attack Searches, I found an online auction for items that were allegedly part of the attack. Among them was a listing for Kazuto's lucky bat. I suppose once the trial was over they didn't exactly need it as evidence anymore. I bet some petty bullshit officer put it up there himself to get a little cash on the side. Looks like I have something to work towards after all. After working my way around Mother's bank account password, I slipped some of her hard earned money into an account I had set up privately. From there I used the funds to bid on and win Kaz's lucky bat. It soon took a place next to the angel bag, still in its unopened shipping package as well. You'd think breaking into her bank account and stealing a good amount of money would have been enough to warrant a confrontation with me. But no, all I got was a message telling me not to try it again. Don't worry Mother, it was only one thing, I've nothing else to steal for.

One evening while I was casually searching the Internet I found a site that hadn't normally shown up in my previous Attack Searches. It was a message board for something called Twenty Faces. My curiosity led me into the site, where I was welcomed with a gray skull logo with a red slash above one eye socket and a single tear drop underneath the other. The image was striking to me, and willed me to continue reading the site material. Most of it was fan-boy/fan-girl service for this Twenty Faces about how amazing he/she is. But I also found some interesting articles and links that showed me that Twenty Faces was more than just a mask and a fan base. There was a movement behind it. One that could bring a halt to all the senseless crime and violence around us.

The more I read about Twenty Faces, the more enthralled I became. Who knew that so many others had been through the same pain and loss as I have! All these people have had the justice system fail them so many times. This skull symbol was giving rise to a revolution though. It was giving these wounded people the courage to stand up against those that have escaped justice and deliver it to them! Several members of the board had already reported claiming justice from those that had wronged them, while a few had been caught while doing so. The police were now familiar with the group of people all claiming to be Twenty Faces. But the criminals also know of us as well. If fear of vengeance from Twenty Faces is enough to prevent criminals from victimizing others, then our revolution will change the world! All it takes, is a single step towards the future.

Through the website I received a report that the man and girlfriend were scheduled to be released in a week's time. Being a part of the Twenty Faces network does allow for lots of useful information to be shared. I was able to learn the release dates, their location, as well as where they planned to be living once they were no longer incarcerated. I obviously couldn't just sit on this information and let this opportunity slip past me. For nearly half a year I've been idle. Now was the time for action. So I started to come up with a plan. It didn't matter to me whether I got away with it or not. As long as those two never have the chance to rob someone of their future and happiness again, I'd be satisfied that I'd done my part to rid this world of them.