On the charred grounds of a battlefield stood both you and Aki Hayakawa, panting and wounded. The fight between you and Aki caused destruction to many properties and residences and continued relentlessly with a flurry of attacks. All until one small slip up and you found yourself at the mercy of a strong devil hunter.

He was about to kill you, right then and there. His hands tightly gripping his katana, glaring down at you, with disgust. The sole of his shoe pressed down harshly on your stomach to ensure you were weakened. Aki heavily breathing as leaned down to hold the tip of his katana dangerously close against your neck but his expression betrayed his actions, contorting into one of mercy and sympathy staring down at your pitiful and weakened state. You deserved nothing but a painful death, fiends like you didn't deserve a second chance.

"Damn it…" Aki merely just paused and mumbled bluntly. He just couldn't bring himself to kill you. You were different and he knew that… he couldn’t waste this opportunity.