( OP August 13, 2022. Updated November 6, 2023 )

 

35 year old female. early years happily spent in the northeast, jumping job to job learning all she could. at 30, she slips into deep depression and anxiety, and unsure of what else, loosing 5 years of her life with very vague memories of what happened. upon coming out of the deepest of it, she finds herself in the south, generally extremely timid and shy at first meet, but with an unexplainable urge to find a way out of it and be the social butterfly she feels she can be again. but does she really have what it takes...

 

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Reflecting on recent events of returning to Hathian, Becca sits in her apartment and makes notes of how far she has come in life overall, and in the past year.

 

The childhood was pretty typical. Western Pennsylvania raised along the Appalachian mountains, mostly removed from city life and learning the ways of living with nature and the wild folk in the mountains. There wasn't much difference between male and female when young, as they all went hunting, target shooting, fishing, help repair structures and machines and jumping in all the local lakes. Her father being a southern baptist style preacher, didn't matter much either. It was part of the culture. God, Guns, Country.

 

Her issues started as she went through the changes of going through the teen years. Still outwardly the same as everyone else, going through all the motions and emotions of teenage love and disappointment. She found herself right along everyone else but felt different looking at her girlfriends. While she was perfectly fine with the boys, they were just something to do.

 

Graduating, feeling restless and uneasy with herself, especially around those she knew best, she hit the road. She would go from town to town in the northeast, trying all sorts of jobs, sticking around six months and up to 2 years or so. Whenever she felt she got whatever she could gain from it, she'd move on. Her relationships would vary, but never having the intention of sticking with any but a few, which always ended also. They all ended. They always would.

 

By the time she was about 30, having maybe a dozen different jobs by now, and living simple and hustling along her way for the fun of it, she was financially doing well and a decent amount of skills regardless of proficiency. She was at this point at the southern edge of Virginia, looking to continue south in her journey of just experiencing what she could. She gets her belongings in storage to be shipped to the next place, makes sure her accounts are in order, closing anything local she had, and grabs a ride south.

 

Maybe it was the drugs she'd experimented with at times, or the moonshine she would still brew up or find connections for, or all the mental issues that had built up through lack of treatment since her teens, she wakes up at a small bus stop somewhere without a clue of how she got there. Skittish and shaking, she sits quietly, appearing to wait for a bus but having no intention on getting on one. She had zero intentions. She was lost internally. A black Mercedes pulls up in front of the stop, and a window slides down exposing a middle aged Asian man. They had to have sit for 5 minutes staring at each other. Becca wasn't sure what she was thinking, only that she was keeping eye contact. The man however was sizing her up and for unknown reasons, seen something in her. Finally, she stands up, getting into the back of the vehicle without question, as if invited by an old friend. She was in.

 

The Asian man being some level of a boss in a Japanese crime family. They took her in, made her comfortable and eventually, functional. They gave her a pass and trusted her, which still baffles her to this day. She believes it was God intervening deep down, in a weird and unbelievable way. But if it was God, that makes sense. She wasn't really in the family though, and she wasn't in charge of anything, didn't commit crimes really, and certainly did not become a ninja. They suggested she travel between their brothels, check that they were being run relatively safely, for everyone involved. Along that journey she learned some first aid skills and a few hard lessons in reading people. She would stay at a house for a few weeks to a few months, getting to know the girls, asking questions, walking in during sessions and observing, and occasionally joining in. She had free reign, and she was expected to give detailed reports of her findings. And she did.

 

Fast forward to her being around 35, she has another episode. This time waking up on the shores of Hathian. Scared and timid, and having no memory of her life before that. She'd meet a few people that would make her feel at home, and sought out some help at HGH, as well as some unofficial means. Her memory would start popping back to small degrees, and she was certainly coming out of her timidness. She had a job as a mechanic, which was fine and gave her a place to hide out while she processed her life again. Relationships were forming, and even a couple she holds dear to her still, regardless of current circumstances. Things would again take a turn as she found herself eying up some of the local female law enforcement. She had a few run ins with them, on purpose. One day being approached by a male member of the force, challenging her to get close and 'open up' one of the new recruits, as she was not social at all and he wanted her to be more open and friendly with her fellow officers. Looking her over, she agreed, as the male had sort of become a friend and had looked out for her in other ways. Game on! She did well, getting close to the female, and while not planned, she had developed feelings for her. In the end, it climaxed into a day she would never forget, and will still rarely give many details on. It affected her more than planned, and as she kept trying to work through it, she finally couldn't take seeing the familiar faces with what she had done as a reminder, and headed out of town, tossing her phone in the ocean as she went.

 

Gone for about a year, she picked up some photography gear, and just went place to place picking up gigs and working on her portfolio. She did well, and was not her fist experience doing it. All the while she kept thinking of her time in Hathian, seeking some professional help and feeling that urge to come back and finish what she started. She had also realized, the things she had experienced on her now fateful day, she also missed. Not every detail, but enough of them. So she heads back to the forsaken city for take two. Finding a business to take over, seeing it as a way for her to make a good living and legal on the surface, while setting herself up for other ventures. She'd waste no time getting to know some of the locals again, while also revisiting some from her past there.

 

Her goal though, now clear as ever, even if she was not able to find her past interest.