100 years I’ve waited because of this, my chance for revenge. To confront and destroy the person who murdered my parents and caused such intolerable heartache.

Tokyo has other tips. As neon uses up my retinas, and bizarre, utterly foreign Hidden make an effort to thwart me at every change, I drop control. Obsessed, single-minded, and absolutely deranged, I sink deeper and deeper into a desperate madness as I run after across the megalopolis looking for vengeance.

They torture me, they blast me, they try to eat me, plus they threaten my very soul, but they don’t know what they’re coping with, and neither will i any longer.

Strange powers mix inside my battered body, causes I have little control over, and it isn’t long before this fury will explode and rain down bloody hell about all who stand in my way.

I’m not called Dark Spark for nothing at all, and my nemesis will pay for her crimes actually if it costs me my life. I’ll display her; I’ll show them all.

Look out, Tokyo-the gaijin’s around.