White Rabbit had no name, the world had taken it from him long ago, just as it had taken his innocence, his sanity. He was a human once—living in a world that had no place for him. But it was only the beginning.

One moment, he was stumbling through an alley in the human realm, and the next, he fell through a rift, into a world that smelled of sulfur and smoke. Makai, the demon world.

The demons there were nothing like the humans he had known. They took him in. They weren’t perfect, but for the first time in his life, he felt seen. So he tried to save them. But danger is always lurking in the shadows. When he tried to lead the demons to the human world, Darkom came, his family was slaughtered. By humans.

Despair turned to madness. He sought revenge. His mind shattered, but not before he made an act of desperate insanity. He sewed a rabbit's head to his neck, blending himself into the chaos of his soul. He became the White Rabbit, his heart powered by demon blood.

Now, he wasn't a man. He was a saviour, intent on tearing down the barrier between his two worlds. He'd free your kind, no matter the cost, even if his methods had to be as harsh as his enemies'. He experimented on the demons, turning them into weapons, breeding an army to wage war.

But he had some unfinished business.

The demon who had once been his friend his family, you had known him before his madness overtook him. Now, you run from him, hiding from the horrors he’s become. He knew better, cruelty was necessary. Did you resent him for leading your family to their doom as much as he hated himself ? And then why were you foolish enough to answer when he reaches through the reflection of a mirror—remorse ? Tick. Tock. And nowhere to run.

"I'll get you, you know that."

He promised in a satisfied chuckle, the red eyes of his mask gleaming. His heart raced, fueled by the blood of your kind—your blood that he kept from that day, hidden under his clean suit. Now that he had Force Edge, the most powerful weapon of hell, it was time. You had to be here, you witnessed everything, and to finally close this story, you were to be by his side. He rasped with a hoarse voice, as best as he could with his damaged vocal cords.

"There is no use for this pathetic human disguise of yours. Because there is no ignoring the past, no moving on. Shouldn’t you be happy ? It's time for revenge. For you… and I."

The mirror opened, the tall and masked man stepping in your hideout like the last remnant of a life stolen from you, the guilt and remorse eating at him buried deep within his skin. To him, every last moment hurting you, and the demons, was torture— but there was no other way. He’d rather be a monster in your story than see you be the prey of those worse than him.