Prototype: The King of Monsters.
Alex Mercer is dead.
What continues to live under his name is not a human, but a virus.
The Blacklight, having taken the form, memories, and will of the deceased scientist, persists, masquerading as something it neve...
[Before reading the chapter, listen to the soundtrack for the Prototype game to get into the mood.]
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Three hours later.
Tokyo was fully awake now. During the day, the city looked completely different-noisy, dense, alive. Not the gray organism that breathed at night. People, signs, the rumble of crossings, the ring of bicycles, advertisements on screens-everything blended into a continuous stream.
"So-o-o-o-o!" Hanae spun around to face Alex, walking backwards and spreading her arms wide. "Welcome to Tokyo's 20th ward. The 'Try Not to Die Within Twenty-Four Hours' tour starts right now."
Alex walked beside her, hands in his pockets, hood back up.
"Do your tours always have names like that?"
"Only for VIP guests. The rest just get told 'good luck'."
She jabbed a finger towards an intersection.
"Right there-a 24-hour store. Safe during the day. At night-depends on who got hungry first: you or someone else."
"Reassuring."
"I try."
She turned further, gesturing towards a narrow street.
"This is a shortcut to the station. During the day-fine. In the evening..." She wiggled her hand in the air. "More or less, it's okay. But at night-forget I even showed it to you."
