the invitation from "R" in hand,
Heidern surveys the view outside
his room. The densely growing jungle
remains static, but for Heidern
it no longer particularly bothers
"The mission I wish to entrust you
with this time is to destroy the
syndicate lurking behind this year's
fighting tournament, the King of
As he asks Heidern whether he will
take the mission, the tone of the
executive officer of the international
police suggests refusal is not an
"Would you be so kind as to show
me the invitation in question?"
Heidern asks this question calmly.
He opens the envelope and scans over
the invitation. For just an instant,
he loses his cool. The letter "R"
is all there is written for the sponsor.
Heidern mumbles briefly and then
recalls the nightmare of 8 years
This was truly an incident worthy
of being called a nightmare. His
men were slain one after another,
screaming ghastly death cries. It
is no exaggeration to say that a
single man-no, fierce demon-carried
out this massacre. He also took Heidern's
beloved wife, daughter, and right
eye as well.
"It's already been eight years, has
This nightmare plagues him whenever
he recalls the love he felt toward
his wife and daughter and the loss
of his right eye.
"I'm sorry to be late."
Two brawny men appear in Heidern's
room. They are Ralf and Clark.
"No, I don't mind. The reason I called
you two here today is...."
Ralf and Clark receive the order
for their special mission.