My name is Riku

My name is Riku. It’s a borrowed name. It could be worse.

I am from a parallel universe. I am a Replica built by the Organization 13 of that universe for… I don’t remember. My memories of my time in that universe aren’t the greatest. I honestly think sometimes that Vexen created me because he wanted to feel like he was helping.

Anyway. I came to this universe about… eight or so months ago, I think. It was supposed to be my second chance. I was supposed to be able to forget about my past and move on. I’ve found out—especially recently—that my past isn’t very keen about the idea of being forgotten. It keeps torturing me.

I wish it’d go away.

My concept of time isn’t the greatest; time doesn’t pass normally in Castle Oblivion. It might not pass at all… I’ve never really paid attention to it.

I, uhm… I’m in charge of this Rebellion that’s going on. It wasn’t really my choice, everyone was just like “you’re in charge now!” and they wouldn’t let me argue with them. It was kind of annoying, actually. But I suppose now I don’t mind. I think I just got used to it… or used to ignoring it.

I don’t know what else there is to say about me.

I’m not the most interesting person in the worlds. I’m just me. Don’t know why anyone would even care

I will mention Namine, though. She’s… my a uhm a friend of mind. I She We She means a lot to me. I promised I’d protect her. Maybe it’s a bit silly, clinging to that promise. I will do anything to protect her.

You hear that?

You best stay away from Namine, or else you’ll have me to deal with answer to.