I stared down the "person" in front of me.

"So… We've been here for a good while, how about you tell me the story of how you got into this mess?" ? asked.

"You've already gone through all my memories, why the hell do you need me to tell it?" I asked back.

"Simple, memories are great and all, but for one to truly Feel the story, having it be told is much better." ? said.

I'd sigh. As I'm currently trapped inside my mind, I suppose that I have nothing better to do.

"Fine. The story is pretty long and may require some context, so stay with me here."

It had been Four years. Four years since I had left Monika and the others behind, and Four years since I had even seen any of them. I can't say I exactly regret those years, as I had left with my mind made up. Of course, just because I don't regret those years, doesn't mean I wouldn't say that I have fond memories.

Back then, I was much younger in my way of thinking. I enjoyed action, and never really liked to simply watch on the sidelines. I was also you're typical punk. So, one would think that someone like myself and Sayori would be complete opposites, and wouldn't exactly get along. However, we had known each other since childhood.

Sayori was the one who originally roped me into the whole Mafia business. Whether or not she knew I would accept, I did. She, along with Natsuki, Yuri, and Doc make up what one could consider a kind of council or high brass to Monika, who had taken over the family crime family after her father's imprisonment.

As the years went by, I had risen through the rank's quickly, becoming very close to Monika and her "High Brass". I was mainly considered as Monika's most preferred enforcer, as I delivered results. In all honesty, now that I think about it, Monika may have actually had a crush on me. I have no idea if she still does, and hopes to rekindle that spark by doing God knows what right now.

"I am a God, and I currently have no idea what she's doing."

"Very perceptive."

However, it soon became evident that as her power grew, so did her ambitions. It didn't take me long to realize that soon her ambitions would outgrow the pace in which her power grew. Unlike her father, she had not tasted defeat before. She was, by definition, a spoiled kid who knew how to run an empire. Not to say that Monika can't handle herself, she just is accustomed to relying on others.

I had since lost the burning hot fire that first drove me. I was much more timid and careful when it came to matters, so when I deduced what Monika's plans were, I made up my mind. I would leave this behind, and if she wanted to drag everyone else to hell with her, so be it. Honestly, it more likely than not broke mostly everyone's hearts. I say mostly everyone, because I'm not sure Doc even knows how to feel sadness.

About two month's ago, the government finally caught up to me. Instead of immedietly sentencing me to death, I was given a choice. Either I could take the Death penalty, or I could help them capture and imprison the Five individuals that they wanted me to. Naturally, I chose life over death. I had no idea what I was expecting, but the Five individuals turned out to be Monika and her "High Brass". It was going to be a long campaign, getting both the evidence to keep them behind bars and actually getting them there in the first place.

After settling in an apartment, I set up my Target's Room and began my work. Taking down Monika would be impossible without coaxing her out of her domain, so I'd have to focus on the first four before I could tackle her. From what information I could scrape out of some contacts, Doc was being transported from his off-site lab to the main base.

"Tell me more about Doc."

Where to start with Doc? The man is one of the more interesting aspects of Monika's empire.

"For starters, Doc's main job is Chief of both the Medical and Science divisions. You won't see Doc doing the Medical part of his job for the most part. Guy is more of a mad scientist than anything."

"I saw. What kinds of things does he do?"

"Well, Monika normally has Doc doing what he does best: Tampering with creation. He's the one who made the serum that made this possible in the first place. He creates, he destroys, he does whatever he wants. He has basically unlimited funding if he produces results at a steady pace. It's a miracle that Monika didn't shut down the Serum Project. Shit stalled out for so long that there were new side effects every day."

"You said Doc has an off-site lab. What's up with that? Why would he even need one?"

"Doc is extremely paranoid about people stealing his project's. He has labs scattered throughout the main installations of Monika's empire. He primarily uses two, however. One right at the heart of Monika's powerbase, and another in a location that he keeps secret from everyone."

"Satisfied?"

"Very. Please continue."

Raiding a convoy escorting Doc would be no easy feat. As Doc is a prominent member, it would be under heavy guard. It would also tip off the rest of the gang that someone was after the high ranking members of the empire, making my job even harder.

Of course, I'm no pushover. I worked in Monika's employ for 15 years, and I knew how these things worked both inside and out. Doc would be kept in the backmost truck. This would be to ensure that the target could quickly escape if need be. The other three trucks would be for carrying whatever provisions Doc needs, and the manpower to protect them.

I had set up a makeshift roadblock up ahead, so the trucks would have to stop. As soon as they did, I unleashed hell. Immobilizing the truck Doc was in was first priority, taking out the rest of the trucks was next. Than came taking out the guards stationed. As these were elite guard, a good fight was put up. A bullet or two hit my Kevlar Vest, and I managed to get out of that with only minor damage.

The immobilized truck came with a spare set of tires, in case of breakdowns when alone. I would use that to get Doc back to the police. Right now, my priority was getting Doc in a cell, as any evidence was blown up along with the trucks. It seemed that God was on my side, as some debris had pinned Doc's leg down.

"Once again, I am a God, and I can say for sure that I was not on your side."

"It's a figure of speech goddammit, I know you weren't on my side."

I approached Doc.

"(Player), Is that you?"

"In the flesh."

"Fuck do you think you're doing? You left Four years ago, and now you decide to suddenly pop in and come pay me a deadly visit?"

"Do I look like I want to see you're face again, Doc? My hands are tied here, its either I bring you and the others in, or I'm pushing daisies."

Now that my intentions were revealed, Doc was trying to get the debris off and most likely planned on making a run for it.

"Why even try, (Player)? You and I both know that they can't keep us in jail. Although Monika's influence is no long what it used to be, her power is still immense. I'll be out within two weeks."

I'd pull the debris off of him, while quickly grabbing the back of his Lab Coat.

"I'm figuring this out as I go. Now, get in the truck and shut up."

I threw him in the back of the truck, quickly locking the doors. Replacing the tires would take a bit, but I was on my way eventually.

I called up the Chief on my way to the station, and as I pulled up, about 10 armed guards came with him to greet the new prisoner.

"Job well done, (Player.) I may hate you for your tenure under Monika, and this by no means changes that, but one can't argue with results."

I nodded in agreement, and took the truck back to the Apartment complex. While it was by no means my preferred ride, it would do fine for infiltrating purposes. As I entered the apartment complex, I crossed off the picture of Doc. One down, Four to go.

"Very exciting stuff. I liked the part with the explosions."

"Go figure."

Author's Notes: Hey! Hope you enjoyed this. If it seems a little slow currently, that's because this was more context than anything else. Doc will have a more prominent role to play later down the line, so don't quite count him out yet. My plan for this is that for every chapter in the present, (Or about as in the present as is implied) I will be doing a flashback of sorts to explore the relationship's that our character has had with the others.