She had never expected that they would come for her and her brother. Michiko had only been ten at the time, and her little brother only three years old, but they had both been taken. It had been a normal day. Michiko, playing violin in the living room of their apartment, was surrounded by her family, just like every other Saturday evening in Japan.
Her mother had taught her to play violin when Michiko was three and she had been playing ever since. Sometimes they played duets together, but lately her mother had been feeling very ill, so she hadn't been able to play, but had given her violin to her daughter. Michiko, finishing her song, curtsied and a huge smile appeared on her face as her younger brother squealed in delight and approval. HIs squeal of approval, however, turned into a squeal of sheer fright.
Glass shattered behind Michiko and she saw a small bulb land on the floor. Acting on instinct, she grabbed her violin and quickly jumped on top of her brother, shielding him before the grenade went off. The las thing she saw were a pair of shiny black shoes before everything slipped away from reality.
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