A 90's-style black mercedes benz crept along a stretch of road outside the shizuoka prefectural city<em><strong> Hanamatsu</strong></em>, perhaps a bit of a cliche but nonetheless practical choice of vehicle for a foreign emissary to have been driven-in, since his arrival from the airport that morning, his first glimpse of Hanamatsu from his plane's window revealed a city overshadowed by the presence of fog. At first, It hadn't occurred as unusual enough to him, but as the day wore on, the fog seemed almost otherwordly to him. He could barely make out any of the city's landmarks. His shoffeur, an immigrant from Sengal recognized Amir immediately and was a fan of the sport although he hated Amir for knocking his home team out of the ivory coast block. The mans loathing was more of a half-joking sports type a playful thing, in person he was actually quite pleased to be in his presence even if he thought of him as a respectful rival to his favorite team.<br/><br/>He made small-talk during their ride. He would discuss things relating to the town, the disappearances and what not, as well  his experiences living in the city. Throughout the conversation, he attempted  an interest but consciously started to tune out when the man started going on about his personal life. Amir seemed a bit absorbed in his thoughts, reflecting on his life so-far, he realized some of the details of his childhood stood out to him for some reason, but he couldn't quite remember why, certain details were omitted or too vague for him to piece together.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Assassin, this is where I'm suppose to take you?  Miyagi High?"</strong>The Shoffeur speaking to Amir who had been spacing for quite some time. Amir having a visceral internal reaction to being referred to as Assassin until he realized that it was his soccer nickname.  He replied "Oh yeah, this is it...thank you" A hand reaching for the car door handle on his side before the man spoke to Amir once more.<br/><br/><br/>"So  the host family you will be staying with while you're here in Japan..."<br/><br/>"The Ninamori's" Amir spoke firmly before setting himself outside the vehicle. The headlights from the mercedes benz flashing twice in the direction of the school, re-adjusting his tie and eye frames, he set forth. The mist began to subside with each step he made toward the entrance.<br/>