click... click... click... I skipped through songs at my vintage Walkman, the only gift my father has given to me while I was idled, staring blanky onto the bright scenery on the train window. This has been my 4th train, an 8-hour train from my hometown to New Tokyo. Old Tokyo wasn't particularly special; it was gruesome. Every second, there were crimes committed, death added to the statistics, and far more dangerous stuffs, suicide was what Old Tokyo was known for. Suicides were committed more than murder and such; it seemed weird for me that this was the case, although the public doesn't seem to care for it much. From what I have read at the internet, Old Tokyo's death percentage were 4% for miscellaneous, 10% for overdose, 17% for murder, and a gasping 75% for suicide. That's where the new government stepped in... though, I'd like to think of them as a coup d'état, they executed every politician involvement in the Old Tokyo, leading to their overthrowing of Tokyo's territory. This lead the public afraid at first, but they adapted quickly as they made Tokyo as it is now, just futuristic and beautiful. Nobody knows what crime rate was in this new era, as the new leaders have set it private. I doubt the percentage of Old Tokyo dropped when New Tokyo was implemented. Fighting their 5 years of battle, the Prime Minister recognized their doing and made them official, they now rule New Tokyo for who knows how long...

click... click... click... click... "Utsunomiya... Utsunomiya... Please take care of your belongings... Utsunomiya" This must be my stop... One more train to New Tokyo. I placed my Walkman on my bag as every song had already been played and I eventually got bored of it, it just shows how long I was in the train. I was walking down my train gate having a lot of thoughts in mind.

I boarded my train and had a seat. My mind was filled with thoughts, why did my father call me to New Tokyo this sudden? After he cut contact with me 10 years ago... What could he possibly need from me? My father is the richest man of all in Asia, anonymously of course, nobody knew except those close to him. I don't exactly know his business but to think that he was living in New Tokyo instead of somewhere safer... From as far as I could remember, the only thing I inherited from him was this vintage Walkman, a seemingly expensive watch which I lost 5 years ago, and this intelligent brain of mine.