“April showers bring May flowers, at least, that’s what my old self used to tell me.” ―93dva
The words choked out of the female’s lips, reminiscing the times from the past that she could no longer be part of anymore. She endured the neglect by her parents because of her passion to be a pro gamer, to see herself on the stage among other players for the championship. Many times she left home to play the game her parents disapproved and cried about. Her hand reached out as if she was catching a tear drop she imagined of the nights she rebelled continuously.
Nevertheless, she did achieve her dream and even though she still didn’t keep in contact with her parents after she imagined them watching her as the cameras flew around her for three years. It wasn’t until a mistake she made that caused her whole life to turn upside-down. A request from the government, asking for her to recruit into military service because of her reflexes and battle tactics skills which was earned by her “Starcraft” championship winning streak. It was an opportunity to move forward, so she grabbed the seat they placed her name upon. Unknowing that later she was being trained to be used as a battlefield robot for offense purposes until four years later when she overheard one of the officers planning with the general.
When she heard of the orders being done behind doors, she made a getaway, now a fugitive, you may call her. It was a rough couple of months after successfully being out of radar of the army’s base but she managed to stay undercover, when they stated she is dead while escaping. Or that’s what her parents and about almost everyone else have been told, it’s why she couldn’t go back to anything previously, meaning danger to herself and anyone around her. To make money now though, she does errands if the price is right under the alias “D.Va” without anyone knowing who she was. Gender, name, appearance. What is known though, is that “D.Va” does most businesses during the night and can only be contacted through a certain email. The name is somewhat only important and circulars around the network of people who finds her useful to gather information or even items.
“Hana Song. The name given to me that I have to grasp onto… It’s the last piece of myself,” her eyes fixed onto the camera across from her. “You took everything from me. My passion, my life and who I am. Now… I am D.Va,” the seriousness in her tone never shook but her gaze said otherwise, full of hurt and pain. Her hand reaches out towards the camera whose purpose was to keep the records of herself, once she is caught or even dead, for the officials who are tracking her.
“And that, officer, is why I had to murder Hana Song.”