I woke up with a start, the sharp scent of a sleepless city filling my nostrils. My eyes adjusted slowly to the neon lights flooding in through my window as I groped for my glasses from the hotel nightstand. Putting them on, the TV came into sudden focus, as an animated girl in an extremely short skirt battled a giant demon robot. Suddenly, the events of the past week rushed back, and I flopped back down onto the pillow with a sigh.
I was in Tokyo.
Twelve hours prior, I had boarded a plane leaving Sydney. Twelve hours from now, I'll be on a plane for Hong Kong. I've never been to Hong Kong, and twelve hours ago, I'd never been to Japan. In fact, before this whole mess started, I'd never been outside California, much less the U.S. And yet, here I was, hours away from taking another life, thousands of miles outside my comfort zone.
Two quick raps issued from my door and, before I could react, I heard a key enter the lock and the door swang open. Kaz, my native host, flew into the room, t