I thought he was just a figment of my imagination. The tall, dark, and handsome man who kept watch over me in the most beautiful garden I've ever dreamed of. It wasn't just a garden, though, but a playground where he would teach me how to use my body and how to hone my body into a secret and human weapon. He said it would come in handy one day, and that I must master the art. This man, who always wore a mask, said that learning the art of combat and...