MC had continued to visit his mother quite punctually. He usually kept the visits short and the time which he was able to go was often varied due to his current lifestyle. Most of the time, he went on a Monday. There was nothing especially symbolic about that day other than there seemed to be less people around which he preferred.
On this Monday, he checked in with the front desk at the hospital and headed to his mother’s room. He noticed a feeling in the bottoms of his feet. They were sore as he walked. He’d been on his feet a lot lately. Nonstop hunting Black Diamonds in the night and then going on missions with The Vampire had been pushing him. His face was more pale than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes. Even forcing a smile with the receptionist upon signing in had taken effort. It seemed to move muscles in his face that he wasn’t used to using lately.
Despite this, MC felt like he was in the best shape of his life. He was stronger than he’s ever been. His combat techniques were sharp and refreshed from constant use. He was just waiting for the day he found Jin to tear him apart.
When he entered his mother’s room, he was greeted with a stern breeze from an open window. It felt cold in the room, but his mother’s blank face told him that she didn’t seem to notice. Like usual, she stared blankly at the television as it blared commercials.
Normally, MC would have greeted her and went and sat by her bed for a little while, but he’d noticed something other than the window being open as he stepped into the room. There was a baseball sitting on the corner of the window seal. It was not an exceptionally strange item, but it was something that had never been in his mother’s room before. Surely the nurses wouldn’t have brought something like that either.
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He walked over to the small white sphere and picked it up, turning it over in his hands to see a bit of writing. He’d half expected to see some sort of baseball player’s autograph on it, but instead there was something much more interesting. It was a set of two numbers each with decimals. He knew right away that they were coordinates. Under the set of coordinates was the name Jin.
MC’s blood boiled and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stick up as he gripped the ball with almost enough force to crush. His breathing quickened and he felt the urge to leap right out the window and get to those coordinates. Instead he paused.
This could be a trap. In fact it likely is some sort of trap. Could this note really be from Jin? If it is, why would he finally just give himself away when he spent so long hiding?
There was only one way to find out. He had to get to those coordinates.
MC turned to his mother, “Sorry mother, I had planned on a visit with you today, but something’s come up. I’ll see you next week.”
His mother’s expression did not change and she didn't even look away from the television. A reminder of why that man needed to die.