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Deep inside a nondescript warehouse in the former city of New York, a man was strapped by his hands and ankles to a table. His short blonde hair was matted and curled up in places from sweat and blood. He was small of build and his normally vibrant clear eyes were shut from the pain he had to endure. There was no wound on his body, only a machine with small suction cups on his body. If one was to look at him, they'd say he was suffering from lack of sleep. The actuality of the situation was he had hundreds of volts of electricity flowing through him every second, just enough not to over-ride his systems. His body was shaking constantly, and his clothes were matted down with sweat. All in all, his body was being fried at an incredibly slow rate, making it impossible for him to move or open his eyes.
His name was Tokiko, an old name due to the more modern age. He was 22, though he looked to be more around 18. He was a member of the Dranaz and was spying on them until he had found a special weapon that would kill both sides of this war. His escape attempt had resulted in his capture, now his torture. He was in pain from it, and on top of that, he couldn't remember what it was that he had been looking at. The secret was hidden under the veil of amnesia, which he had gotten from a blow to his left temple. His body was shaking hard and he would die if not saved soon, and even then it would be a long recovery.
His name was Tokiko, an old name due to the more modern age. He was 22, though he looked to be more around 18. He was a member of the Dranaz and was spying on them until he had found a special weapon that would kill both sides of this war. His escape attempt had resulted in his capture, now his torture. He was in pain from it, and on top of that, he couldn't remember what it was that he had been looking at. The secret was hidden under the veil of amnesia, which he had gotten from a blow to his left temple. His body was shaking hard and he would die if not saved soon, and even then it would be a long recovery.