Prologue: The Zaibatsu 5

He couldn't even stand that day.

The luggage below him, and the backpack on his side were enough to make him stumble from time to time.

When the two hefty policemen at his sides locked onto his fragile arms near the airport gate, all he could do was keep silent and let everything happen.

Looking at the pavement, he felt embarrassed by the onlookers pointing their fingers and sharing their gossip.

The past few months leading up to this moment completely shattered his mental stability.

He couldn't even control the way he moved.

Only an empty shell was left, of the greatness he once embodied.

This could be considered the end of his life.

As he felt himself being escorted away, all he could hear were the desperate cries of his many friends, screaming, "EDDIE, PLEASE DON'T GO!"