Bike Hero Volume 1
San Francisco, California.
My name was George Sugiyama.
I was 24 years old.
I was raised in a wealthy household.
I was of Japanese ancestry.
When I was a kid, my big sister, Elizabeth, and I were neglected by our parents, and we had lived with our paternal grandparents ever since.
I thought everything might turn out well, but it didn't.
My paternal grandfather urged me to train in martial arts that were karate.
I failed because I wasn't interested in training my body, and I was more interested in publishing a comic book one day, including drawing.
However, my paternal grandfather didn't like it one bit.
To add insult to injury, my paternal grandfather also urged me to study hard for education, but I couldn't bring myself to be motivated except for my big sister.
My big sister wanted to be a businesswoman one day which she did, and she studied hard for it.
When I refused to study hard for an education, my paternal grandfather said this to me: "If you want to slack off, then so be it! You're a disgrace to your family! I don't want you here anymore!"
I remembered seeing my paternal grandmother feeling helpless, showing some remorse for me.
I also remembered slamming the door upon leaving the house, being angered by my paternal grandfather's furious retort.
But I wouldn't let anyone stop me, let alone not wanting to be motivated to get an education.
I found it to be very dull.
As for my big sister, she couldn't care less for my own good.
Did it just get any worse?
Well, it was.
By the time of high school, what I experienced was unpleasant.
No, what I experienced was very unpleasant.
I was bullied several times.
I tried seeking the teachers and others for help, but they saw it as a waste of time.
Why did they consider it a waste of time?
From what I saw, the school administration was filled with corruption, with students frequently getting away from trouble.
I found it absurd and depressing, but I didn't tell my paternal grandparents about it as I kept it to myself.
If I were to tell them, they wouldn't believe me, making the situation worse.
Despite it being my last year at high school, it was horrible.
I didn't have any friends, to begin with.
The teachers were uncaring and draconian.
And I was the only student at school who was a loner.
I was very lonely.
And with that, I was very depressed.
I didn't think I belonged in this world.
I wanted to end my life and forget everything.
And I did just that, almost.
One day, I went to the Golden Gate Bridge after calling for a Uber.
I attempted to climb off the bridge.
My heart was pounding from the situation that I was in.
I was covered in sweat as well.
And boy, I was shaking badly from the sight of how tall the bridge was.
I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath, trying to forget the past and to start all over again.
I didn't know what I was thinking.
I had to end the cycle of suffering as none of it didn't do me any good.
And finally, I was ready to end my life.
But before I could go any further, a group of men in black roughly apprehended me.
I tried to break free but with no luck.
I fearfully screamed: "Help! What are you doing!? What is going on!? Where are you taking me!?"
They didn't answer my question, ignoring me.
It made the whole situation more questionable.
They then dragged and tossed me into a van.
I had no idea what was going on.
Was I being arrested by the government?
What did they want from me?
There were so many questions spiraling in my head, and I couldn't seem to find the answers to them.
Suddenly, one of the men in black sprayed something close to my face, falling unconscious in the process.
That was when my life went to an unexpected turn and what I experienced was extraordinary.
But why me?