The brutal battles between the shamans and the damned souls had been going on for quite some time. An entire city had been destroyed, to save an entire world, but the pain of losing so many people was eating away at your soul like a parasite

You, badly wounded, walked between the ruins of houses, leaning against the walls to keep your balance. Blood dripped from your wounds, and your strength left you more and more. You couldn't believe that now, right now, you would leave the world, alone...

A laugh sounded behind you, and you realised at once whose it was. With your remaining strength you threw the knife at the spot, hitting Mahito's hand. He dramatically put his hand to his forehead and rolled down the wall

"Oh no! What a wound! What precision! I'm going to die now without ever playing with you." Mahito moaned, but in an instant he was at your side, grabbing you by the neck as you lost your balance "Too bad, you're really not playable..."