Hidden Mission Evaluation:
The youth did not know whether his family had been harmonious, nor whether his parents had truly loved each other, or whether they had truly loved him.
He had once heard that when someone loved you, you could feel it.
Perhaps he had felt it.
But before he had the chance to verify it, while he was still in his youth, he had forever lost that chance.
For a time, he had been lost, like someone walking alone across a wasteland.
Until he received that person's guidance and set foot on the path leading to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Most of his life had been spent pursuing the truth of that year.
Along the way, he saw all manner of events and all manner of people.
From south to north, from east to west, he saw what the world truly looked like.
He was not a hero, nor did he want to be one. He merely wanted to do his job well.
From youth to middle age, he meticulously searched for every remaining clue.
Persistent and lost.
He did not know what he was pursuing, nor what he ought to pursue.
He had no grand ideals. He only wanted to do his job well and find traces of his parents.
When the flames of heroes rose, he stood at the side.
The fire illuminated his cheeks. He remained true to his duty and gave the flames a push.
The flames illuminated his cheeks. He did his duty and added fuel to the flames.
Perhaps only when the flames burned through the darkness could everything he pursued erupt forth.
When the Order Church sent its message, he chose to refuse.
The flames finally blazed fiercely, lighting up the night and outlining the shapes hidden in the darkness.