“I came to delete you,” Jin replied.
They fought. Not with fists, but with will . Jin parried a laser that had no heat, sidestepped a hellfire that left no ash. The ghost moved like his own shadow, always a half-second behind but always knowing his next strike. tekken 6 blus30359
Lars picked up the pieces. “What was on it?” “I came to delete you,” Jin replied
Jin Kazama stood alone in the data void. Around him, corrupted code flickered like dying embers—remnants of a battle that had already ended a thousand times. Jin parried a laser that had no heat,
Mid-combo, the ghost grabbed him by the throat. “The disc ID isn't random,” it hissed. “30359. Add the digits. Twenty. The age you were when you started this. Subtract the three. Seventeen. The age you stopped feeling fear. Add the nine. Twenty-six—the age you'll be when you finally admit: you liked the war. ”
The Ghost of BLUS30359