Prologue, the start of everything
Proofread by @vorrentis
Word counts : 794 words
All works are fiction
“ Hmm, ok are we on ? Oh yes “
“ Ok, first time doing this, well, not actually the first time, but the first for this event “
“ This is Tyler Nakamura, video log today is Sunday, time is 21:30, the day is 04/03/2171”
“Been a while I’m doing this so could be laggy, apologize for that “
“Location is Nakamura’s Residence, and this is my personal report”
“ Welcome to my world, I’m Tyler, as you already know. I live in a world where life is well developed. Utopia ? Not that far reach . Dystopia ? Not that depressive.
But people are well lived, technological advancements, healthcare, businesses, you name it, they got it all figured out.
Sounds good isn’t it ? Even language barriers aren’t a thing anymore, the cultures are merging into each other, like a hot pot so to say. It’s pretty cool actually, people can interact with each other more.
We have everything, people live their lives with prospects.
Or that’s what they think
Not sure when this happened, or where it happened.
Not sure if it was seismic activities ? Natural causes ? Paranormal activities ? Government secret projects ? Freak accident ?
But since that day, things changed
There were reports of missing people. At first , we all thought they were just your typical news that people either care or not caring too much , like how we usually do.
But then, more reports are coming. Reports about missing people without a trace, people disappeared leaving little clues, making headlines on any sort of media available. Police forces are doing their bests, but, they couldn’t find something they don’t even know where to look.
What is happening ? What’s truly going on ? Those are the questions I heard the most around here. Fear are starting to form in communities , neighborhoods, towns.
People are still going on with their lives, we all do. But you can tell there are changes in their approaches in life. Rumors about missing people are spreading like gossips, or horror stories we normally use to scare our scaredy friends.
I’ve been in this career since my teenagers age, yes, I’m somewhat of a curious person. I love to report, I love to find mysteries, being freelancers gave me that opportunities, even if my parents or siblings think I’m out of my mind or, just find a corporate work. But this event triggers me , my urges for finding the truth are both my blessings, and my curses, I guess in this case you can say both ?
Because, I never knew, that one day, I met them.
Them, yes, you might be curious who’s “them”
You must heard the word “superheroes” ?
Like, in those comics they used to sell for people ? Or in those tv shows & movies back then ?
To us, in this world, it’s a forgotten myth
We’re too busy with our others accommodations, “superheroes” is like an ancient term that my great grandparents used to favor.
Funny, because, I think “them” fit that term
They’re not wearing tights, no fancy outfit like those comics my grandparents used to have, not like his antique action figures.
“Them”, They are different
I’ve seen rumors about “them”. Those dark webs and secret social media groups , you know, they always have something the world couldn’t fathom.
I’ve searched every single info about them as possible , every corner, chatting to online groups. I went crazy for them. My mind went numb looking for something I didn’t even know if it’s real.
Was I being pranked ? Possibly ? Maybe ?
I didn’t give up, I love this job so much, I love this so much, it’s like an addiction, a cure to my hunger.
Weeks of finding, weeks of notes stacking on my filthy desk. My sleeps were terrible, I kept thinking about “them” even in my lucid dreams.
Then, I found clues, clues that lead me to “them”.
I guess I got lucky that day, my patience finally paid off. I found myself in a group of anonymous talking about “them”.
Wasn’t an easy task for sure to ask strangers online. But no matter what I have to find out about “them”
I found sightings of “them”, blurry photos, not sure how they were being captured. Photos of humanoid figures with bright round eyes, kinda like how those bigfoot or mothman pictures in the old archives, and, surprisingly, they’re coming in different colors. Strange isn’t it ?
Maybe they were edited photos ? Like those generative contents ?
Or maybe, they are the mysteries that I need in my boring life.
This, is the story about “them”, or should I say, KAMEN RIDERS.