Tachi remembered her young, crystal voice introducing herself to him for the first time. Broken body, but spirit still intact.
"Lina..." he continued to speak out loud to himself on the cold, prison cell floor.
He was here in captivity of his own agency because of her.
He'd made a mess of his life because of her.
His life had been a mess since that very day.
Maybe it was slightly inappropriate for 26 year old man to take such a strong liking to a young 16 year old teenager that day.
But he couldn't turn away from her.
She'd looked at him with those enchanting eyes of hers, asking a stream of questions, sparkling with curiosity.
"What's your name mister?" she had asked.
"Just call me Tachi."
She'd giggled.
"That's funny. What kind of name is just 'Tachi'?"
That had made him smile. She was definitely cheeky.
"Where's your family?" he asked carefully.
