Her name was Ruriko Midorikawa. She was eighty-two years old. And she had been the first Rider’s confidante, back when “confidante” meant handing him a mask and watching him bleed.
“We have to upload the original Hongo baseline first,” Yuki said, frantically rewriting the transfer protocols. “If Hongo’s consciousness takes control of the cascade’s energy, he might be able to overwrite the mutation. It’s the only chance.” kamen rider 1971 archive
A file. One file.
Yuki stepped forward. “Mr. Hongo. You have about forty-five minutes before the vessel degrades. The cascade will reach its target in nineteen hours. If you can interface with the emitters directly—take the mutation into yourself and burn it out—you might stop it. But you won’t survive the feedback. Not again.” Her name was Ruriko Midorikawa