Spring Fragrance

 
...Imagine, if you will, that you're dying. 

It's not your fault, of course. You were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time, your feet heavy and your heart aflame as you're led to the gallows, once beloved by all but now a mockery of who you once were. Fickle people jeer your name in some sick glee, and others might throw things at you, letting rotten fruit and cans bounce and roll off of your head. 

But you ignore it. You're left to your thoughts, the only things you notice are your footfalls as you're brought closer to certain death. 

Why? Why you? 

Why is this happening to you? You never did anything to warrant this -- you never killed your father, you never committed the horrible acts of treason against this country that everyone accused you of. 

No. You were innocent. And yet you were taking the blame. 

The gallows grow ever-closer. 

"Help me." You think. "I'll do anything. Give me the power to destroy the one who would kill my father and frame me! God...Satan...I don't care who!! Just get me out of this!!" 

All of a sudden, before you are able to be brought to the noose, you feel an electrifying force, blasting your body. It's as though God himself struck his finger from the sky to smite you for the deeds you have not committed. 

Are you dead? 

No. As you think about your situation, you hear a voice:

"Son of Darkness, your call has been answered. Make a deal with us, and we will give all you wish for..." 



( Welcome to the world of Tecmo's Deception. )