Alexander Erik Fictorio
Looking over the report my team had compiled on this Inaru Hanshite had revealed plenty of useful information about the enigmatic woman. She had been raised in a dysfuntional household, and had led a sheltered life as a result. Her name had originally been Sonoria Nighthope, but she'd decided to use a different name unofficially- the reason for this was unclear. Inaru had run away at nineteen- the same year that the subject of Project Starlight had disappeared, and quickly moved in with her partner, who was not legally married to her- rather, he was simply claiming she was his wife when there had never been any official documentation. The stories she had written seemed to mirror her life, revealing even more about her. Not only had she cut contact with her family and fallen out of love with her indifferent "husband", but she was also dreaming of a mysterious Phantom whisking her away against her will... Perhaps that could be arranged, but most importantly, the CIA comfirmed that the name of the missing test subject was indeed Sonoria Nighthope, or as she now preferred: Inaru Hanshite...
"Victor," I call for my right hand man. As he enters the rustic study, I begin speaking with firmness and certainty, "I need you to get in touch with our American associates- specifically the southern families. See if they will grant me a meeting... I have some deals to make..."
"Right away, boss," Victor nods once before moving to leave, but I stop him, "And once again: not a word about her work or what she may be. This woman will be a valuable asset to our familia..."
Inaru Hanshite
It was late in the evening when I start to feel it for the first time: a pulling on my energy, as if someone has connected to me somehow. I examine the energy closely. It feels like a man- a dangero-no, not dangerous... dark, a dark man with incredible intellect... and it feels like he is a bit possessive. He feels like those mafiosos in dark romance novels- but that can't be, right? That doesn't actually happen, right?
I start to feel it constantly, pulling at me and I begin to wonder. This man... if he is real, he feels like everything I am attracted to in one person... could he be my soul mate? If so, how am I to let him know I am here? With all my heart, I begin singing daily, casting an energetic beacon and pulling back at the energy in the hopes that my Phantom might finally come... but he never does...
I fell so hopelessly in love with this energy, hoping desperately that the person on the other end might finally steal me away... but the more I learned about the covert hidden society, the more I began to realize this wasn't my soul mate, but a spy from the underground. After this realization set in, I grew angry and enraged. Now, any time I feel this energy, I flood him with every bit of the pain, love, longing, and entrapment that I have felt- and I test new techniques of mental magic on him as well. I still don't know who he is, and some part of me still wishes for some mysterious Phantom to steal me away into the night... but I no longer wait for, expect, nor try to make it happen.