Foreword:
Why is snow white? Why are tears transparent? Why is the sky blue? Why is blood red? Why...
There was darkness around the young man, and his body was suspended in the air. A light spot the size of a pea was flickering not far away, suddenly getting bigger and then smaller, flickering weakly in the endless darkness.
Then a gentle voice came: "Mercenary. Black Team. No. 104, Now you are free."
No. 104? Are you calling me? I am not No. 104... Then, what is my real name...
----------------------------Thanks to the lovely Bunny Sauce for the cover---------------------------