All Debts Paid
December 29th, 2025
To Whom It May Concern (and let's be honest, that's a very short list):
If you're reading this, then I'm already gone. Or, what's left of me isn't worth the trouble of a retrieval. Operation Janus. They sold it as a deep infiltration, a critical intelligence gathering. Truth is, they sent me to die. And I went. Because that's what we do, isn't it? The greater good. The bottom line. The endless pursuit of leverage.
I found it, by the way. What they were so desperate to hide. Not in the archives, not in encrypted files, but beneath the glossy facade of their Tokyo HQ. There's a chamber, deep below, where the numbers stop adding up. Where the shadows sing. It's not a secret they're keeping; it's a sacrifice they're making. And the currency is souls.
The air here is thick with ozone and something else, something metallic and sweet. My watch stopped hours ago. My communicator is dead, but I can still hear them. The whispers. They promised me a clean end. A quiet fade into the black. But the thing they've unleashed, the thing they're feeding… it doesn't do quiet. It consumes. And I can feel it reaching.
Tell them I saw it. Tell them the cost is too high. And tell them… I don't regret a damn thing. Not the lies, not the blood. Not even this. The game was worth the candle.
Goodnight, bright world.
Found clenched in the hand of a deceased, unnamed individual during the cleanup of a collapsed sub-level in the Orochi Tower, Tokyo. Forensics estimated time of death approximately 72 hours prior. Identification pending.