"I may look weak, but that doesn't mean I am."
[/center]Eric was getting the habit of looking over his shoulder. And he was finding it annoying. He had come to the island nation of Japan with his father, Ica Wyrec, on a business trip as normal, his father trying as he might to install Eric into the family trade. However, Eric always found himself distracted, some sixth sense telling him that danger was near, as if a darkness was desending upon him. The same feeling had presisted even before they left for Japan, back in Californa. One day, as he wandered the city streets of Tokyo, Eric found the feeling growing in intensity, like a turning point was about to begin. Was it his imagination... or was he really in danger?