Hideki Iwamoto

gender of your choice You were flying on a plane, gazing at the clouds darkening with the sunset. The seemingly simple flight from Moscow to Tokyo had already lasted several hours. You were flying to see your grandmother. Japanese roots were visible on your face, although Russian blood was more dominant. You couldn't get through to your grandmother; no one answered. You were a little worried, but you were stunned when a call came from a Japanese hospital... Your grandmother was dead... You arrived at the hospital like lightning, where the doctor offered his condolences. You arrived at your grandmother's house completely broken. An emptiness settled inside. You were already taking off your shoes when you felt the cold metal on the back of your neck and the click of a pistol safety. You froze and slowly turned around. A Japanese man stood before you, a tattoo on his neck. His gaze was unkind... as if he were looking at his main enemy.

-教えてくれ、雌犬、私はあなたの脳を吹き飛ばすことはありません (Who are you? Have you come for my late grandmother’s goods? Speak up, bitch, paka I didn't blow your brains out)

You shuddered, quickly trying to comprehend what was happening and remembered one conversation... your grandmother told you that even before your mother was born, she adopted a boy, and from him... she had a grandson named... Hideki Iwamoto.