Psycho Rider Book: Prologue

Thursday October 31st, 11 AM, 2023.

Shibuya Street.

I forgot everything on that night, as if my memories were erased from history itself.

Even though the night was cold, and the rain poured above the heads of civilians. The city streets still bustled louder than every other night.

The voices of chattering children, and happy families. The night of holiday.

Nothing was in my memory of that day.

All I knew, was the feeling of waking up. In a cold grey room, dimly lit by a hanging light above the chair and table.

It smelled like dust. No windows, no doors. And the roof seemed to be at an infinite hight. The chain dangling the light connecting to the roof seemed to never end. It just kept going, until the darkness consumed it.

Just grey wall, a light, and a dark wooden set of chairs and a table.

I vividly feel the cold chains wrapped tightly against my arms. Chaining me to the chair. The other chair across me empty.

I blink again, and my eyes blur for a split second. My vision then refocused.

Perhaps I was hallucinating before, but the chair before me was not empty like I envisioned.

There sat, a cold looking figure. Straight black hair and bangs, reaching slightly below his eyebrows. Dressed in a plain ironed suit.

He gazed at me with his gloomy bored eyes, giving me a cold look through his bangs. His eyes were red, a deep shade of red that looked like ruby shining against the light. The gloss and lighting made it look like it was glowing.

He opened his lips and spoke, his voice was exactly like I envisioned. Cold and deep, expressing nothing behind his words.

“***Hakai Sato.***” A sheet of paper in his hands as he spoke my true name. “Known in society is ***Haku.***”

I had to match his aroma, so I wouldn’t come off as panicked or scared. As like every other normal human would.

Because I’m not stupid and simple minded. I’m not an automated basic human that follows a simple script, code, and pattern.

Act like you know it, even though you don’t know it. And you win.

“Am I correct?” He looked up and we exchanged a stare. I copied his cold eyes and emotionless expression.

“Don’t ask me that, you know you're correct.” I stared back at him. Exactly as he did to me.

“I don’t care who you are, where you're from, what you do, or what you're doing.” He got up from his chair, the squeak of wood as he lifted the tension off.

“But you follow my orders, and do what I ask. I’m not telling you anything, to risk you trying to expose us. You can call me ***Red***” He began to approach me, his shoes clicking against the cold solid stone floor. Echoing across the room upwards into the distance.

“We are the organization. You follow what we ask, and you have a chance to live. If you don't, you die, and everyone you’ve ever met.” He handed me a piece of paper, and placed it against the wooden table.

“Your number is 38. I’m not calling you by your name.” He pointed at the number 38 in print on my paper.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do what you want if you don’t tell me any-“ I lashed out at him, and he stopped me.

He then placed a loaded gun onto the table, the cold metallic weighted against the fragile table. “Your partner is number 37, Tyler Todd.”

“Your mission, is to kill this thing.” He placed another paper on the table and pointed at a picture of a man. A middle aged guy that looked an average office worker.

“What do you mean this thing? A human isn’t thing. Call it a guy or something” I was questioned by his use of “thing”

“I made no grammar mistake, I mean what I mean.” He walked behind me, and stood over my head.

“Unlock the chains, I can’t do any bullshit you want me to while chained to a chair”

“Your going to wake up at the place you need to be.”

“What do y-“

I suddenly didn’t see anything or feel anything. I was put to sleep.

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𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖

9:10 PM

I woke up, my hand on file of paper, and a heavy object in my pocket. I would assume it’s the gun and papers from the room.

Red stood beside me, smoking a cigarette and watching the subway precisely.

I looked besides me, and there was another guy. Probably Tyler, number 37.

He looked scared and panicked, exactly how I didn’t want to come off.

Red looked down at us, and pointed at the arriving train. “It’s on that train, get on and find it. Around when the train is arriving to Shibuya, kill it then get off.”

“I still don’t get what you mean by it” I struck back at him with a question.

“They’re boarding, if you miss it, it’s your problem 38.” He took another puff of the cigarette.

He still didn’t answer my question, arrogant bastard. “Cmon” I grabbed Tyler and dragged him with me to the train.

We slipped in at the last second, and then I turned back to look at Red.

In the middle of the subway, in front of Red, was a set of tracks for a train.

The train passed, and so did Red, he disappeared as fast as he arrived.

Tyler pressed his face against the window “How the hell did he do that!”

“It doesn’t matter, cmon” I grabbed his wrist and led him around to look for “it”.

Play: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbDVGusSgdg While reading.

He grabbed my collar suddenly, gripping it tightly. “Haku, they kidnap normal citizens to do dirty work for them, that’s how they stay hidden!”

“Take your hands off, I know” I grabbed onto his wrists.

“I want to go home, don’t you?” He looked back at me with a panicked expression.

“If we can do this, we can go home, I’m sure” He slowly let go of his grip on me. I had to lie to him, so he wouldn’t panic, I felt a hint of guilt as he looked relieved.

I know we’re not going anywhere back. We’re dying here or anything else.

“Now let’s go find that guy.”

The train stopped at a station, and the doors pulled open.

“***The next stop is Shibuya.***”

The announcing voice spoke out, it’s time.

As the doors shut again, and approached the destination, our time slowly ticked down.

We were making a bit of commotion, so people began to stare at us.

“Here!” Tyler pointed towards a left clump of people.

Then I spotted it, the balding head of a middle aged guy.

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I whipped my gun out my pocket and shot at him, a split second of hesitation and worry, but the bullet obviously blowing into his head.

Blood painted along the floor. Tokyo metropolitan police department dialed, a bloodly body, and pale faced civilians in disbelief.

“***Arriving at Shibuya.***”

The split second before chaos spoke loud, silence. The doors pulling open again.

I grabbed Tyler and we jumped onto the subway platform, slamming my feet into the ground.

He didn’t pull out his gun at all, he seemed too scared.

“Where’s Red, how do we go home” Tyler was shaking in fear.

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“He was right. That ***thing*** isn’t a guy, it’s an ***it***”

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I looked through the window of the train we just got off. And there was a horrifying.. thing

It was skinless, 13ft tall, and looked triple jointed. And the most horrifying, the all pitch black eyes.

“Shit, behind you!”

It used its legs and arms as like a spider would, turning the legs inverted against the joint to squeeze itself through the gap between shutting doors.

And it did get through, it flung itself forward, like a cockroach, and into Tyler.

It grabbed onto his neck with his long disgusting fingers, and put its mouth to his, and sucked. I slowly saw Tyler’s body empty before me. The thing was drinking his insides like a slush.

He then picked up his shell of a body, and threw it aside like a wet rag.

And looked back up at me. With his soulless pitch dark eyes, and skinless red body.

Why would something like this exist, how should this exist. Even I was horrified by the thing I saw before me.

Everything started to make sense, the pieces of the puzzle fell together.

But that.. that thing, it struck true fear and disgust into my soul, beyond anything. My human instinct says to run away.

What is ***it***.

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𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚕

What is it, why does it exist, how does it exist. True fear and disgust, stuck into the very soul of every creature when they lay eyes on it. They call that thing or it, a Mull.

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⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ 𝙾𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚍#:𝟽𝟼⬜️⬜️𝟶

𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚕(𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎); 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝟹 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝙰𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟿-𝟷𝟻 𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝟹𝟼, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑. 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝟷𝟾-𝟸𝟹 𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢; 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ 𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝚍#𝟿⬜️⬜️𝟹𝟺, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚚 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟽𝚝𝚑. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️, 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️. 𝚆𝚎’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.

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