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Date: x/x/2017 (Unknown)

Type of Incident: Plane crash

Details: Private jet [jet model Embraer Legacy 600] crashed in flight from Osaka, Japan to Daegu, Republic of Korea with eight souls on board. The wreckage was found in a field days later. There was only one survivor. 

Persons Involved:

• Kim Il-han, 43 years old, citizen of the Republic of Korea. Owned a small medical clinic in downtown Seoul.

• Takanashi Ryosuke, 36 years old, citizen of Japan. Unemployed, posted short history documentaries on YouTube regularly.

• Min Kihyeon, 38 years old, citizen of the Republic of Korea. Worked as a therapist, specializing in patients with insomnia or sleep disorders.

• Kennedy Zheng, 33 years old, citizen of the United States of America. Worked for a manufacturer of microchips until 2016, when an accident involving him impersonating a coworker lead to his being fired.

• Huang Anying, 34 years old, citizen of the People's Republic of China. Owned a bakery in Wuxi, China and a restaurant in Wuxi as well. 

• Suriwongse Kattiya, 29 years old, citizen of the Kingdom of Thailand. Worked at the clinic owned by Kim Il-han, also worked part time at a nearby animal shelter in Seoul.

• Ayase Suzuya, 35 years old, citizen of Japan. Owned a moving company based in Okayama, Japan, specialized in moving heavy objects such as pianos and wardrobes with minimal effort. Was piloting the plane.

• Alexei Seol, 22 years old, dual citizen of the Republic of Korea and the United States of America. The only survivor, was traumatized by the accident and is currently undergoing therapy in Seoul. He has not spoken since the crash, yet somehow only had a couple of broken ribs.

Cause of Incident: Discovered to be sudden failure of all engines, reason why is unknown as of now.

Extra Information: The purpose of the flight from Osaka to Daegu is unknown, as is why the eight men, who have seemingly no connection to one another, were flying together. Relatives of the deceased were contacted, yet surprisingly few admitted to having a connection to the victim. An investigation is also taking place into whether this plane might have been hacked into or somehow tampered with, making this a homocide rather than an accident.

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A boy stood at the window of a small office, holding the paper up to the moonlight, as the print was illegible in the darkness. 

"I'm still in disbelief that they're dead. It just feels so surreal." the boy spoke, ripping the sheet of paper into halves, and then quarters, before tossing the remains into a small wastebasket. 

"Well, Alexei survived." another male, sitting in a swiveling desk chair in the corner of the room, replied. The first boy didn't respond, instead giving him a glare that said 'you know what I mean.' 

"Look, I'm just as upset as you are about this, but we need to think about what's going to happen next. The Seven Ancient Powers pass from person to person, so sooner or later we're going to have to figure out who these new people are before they cause a catastrophe. And this would be so much easier if the powers didn't choose random people." the second boy went on, trying to divert the subject from their higher ups' death. The first boy did not speak, instead silently agreeing with him.

"Are you two still chatting in there? It's 1:00 AM, go to bed already!" the voice of an older woman yelled through the door. The two boys shared a look of mutual annoyance, but complied to the woman's orders, exiting the office. 

The pair walked down the candlelit hallway, the sound of their footsteps on the stone floors echoing around them. 

"You'd think they would've installed some actual lights in here by now." one of the boys commented, the other smirking in reply. "Right? But I guess it wouldn't be that easy to do, considering this place is just an old stone castle." the other replied as the two came to a stop at one of their bedrooms.

"See you tomorrow, I guess." the first bid, waving off his friend as he opened the door to his room. "You'll probably see me five times before sunrise, don't worry." the second joked, gently punching the first in the arm before turning to walk off.

The bedroom door of the first shut, the noise echoing through the hall as their footsteps once had. And thus brought an end to their midnight endeavor, marking the beginning of a new era in their lives.

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