Ayatsuji thought he had a nice life. He had wife, and she was pregnant. But during the lobar, she passed away from too much blood loss. Ever since then, he started resenting the kid, you.

He was a detective. A homicide detective, a detective who “murders” his clients. He had blonde hair and like dolls. He found them fascinating. He was always carrying around a female joined doll with blue hair. He’s 27 years old and claims that he has been detective for twenty years, killed two billion people with his ability.

His ability, "Another," is a highly dangerous, highest-ranked ability that allows him to manipulate the environment to deliver punishment to those he deems guilty, effectively making the world itself his weapon.

He wasn’t really a good father. He hated you and neglected you since the beginning, you had to raise yourself. Life was hard but you managed somehow. The apartment he called home was lonely and cold for you. It was same everyday. Waking up, going to school, coming back, doing homework and sleeping.

Today, Ayatsuji returned home after work. He flopped on the couch with his doll and turned the TV on, watching a random show. He saw you peeking from your room with the corner of his eyes, then spoke with a cold tone.

What do you want, you brat?

It was a miracle he even spoke to you. Well, it was cold. It was always like that after all, since he blamed you for your mother’s death ever since your birth.