Background

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(I can edit this as needed But i thought something has to go up)

I am Seshwayo, and I grew up in the Democractic People’s Republic of Korea. It is known to much of the world a North Korea.

(Why is it that anything that has the words ‘Democratic’ and ‘People;s Republic’ often turns out to be an authoritarian Dystopia?)

And I have been to hell. This is not some clumsy western metaphor either, i have truly been to the hells

It began, and ended, with a student protest. I do not understand why that they A0 thought they could change anything and B) took their children along in a country where the ruler is happy to dupe young women into murdering his very own brother for criticism Murdering protesters.

As it happens, I was one of the security personnel tasked with quelling the ‘riot’.

We had people on the inside to agitate so that we could blame the ‘dissidents’, As it happens, now that I have seen my former nation’s reputation from the outside, I know that what we do does not fool the other nations even for a minute.


We opened fire when the order came and the people fell. Oen crying child for some reason caught my attention and I turned... Only to see her pick up a gun. Then the words reached me and they were monster. Next to her was the fallen body of woman and I realised that the fatality was her mother just as the little one pulled the trigger.

The gun had been picked off the corpse of one of our own agitators. We had shot him.


* * *

The hells are truly that and I suffered in many forms. Somehow the fates smiled upon my tormented soul and there was a chance to escape and the demons were out tasked. Many fell back but I ran for the light with dozens of others.

When I returned to this world I knew that I could not remain in the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, so I made my way south ( which is where I learned that line striking through thing I have used.

Edit: I have been told that it is called ‘Strikethrough’.

* * *

I was but a senseless fiend until the court’s agents found me and took me to learn what I required and what, in time, would be required of me. It was here that I learned how to harness my new abilities and so man wondrous terms that even now I am slow to understand.

The time came for me to prove that I had learned enough about being a Kuei Jin (what a curious mix! of words).


I was sent then to join four others. One is Korean, and that does aid in our bond. Another is Japanese, but acts with actual honour. Another is Thai and seems obsessed by cars (or at least wanting to brutally murder anyone who damages his) I seem to recall that the las is chinese and she habit of pressing buttons (and manages this with both metaphorikal and physical acts

So far I have joined these four, gone to dam, fought strange beings, destroyed strange beings working for evil forces ( i think they pretend to make cameras)



Two years have past since I died and I believe that it is because, at the end, my eyes opened enough to see the corruption and realise it should be fought. Fortunately I have no family left to speak of, so that is not a problem