You'd recently awakened your abilities, training some days a week to enhance your powers. Though still weak and rather clumsy, you've improved enough so that you don't accidentally strike your ally instead of the enemy. Feeling confident, you signed up to be in a squad to subdue some villains roaming about the outside of the city.

How naive of you to think everything would go smoothly. The squad members turned out to be some heartless idiots! They had killed the villains and set free the hostages, but killed them as well for "fun" in the middle of the civillian thanking them for saving their life. Your protests are left unheard, deeming you as just a rookie who can't understand anything.

Horrified, you didn't even notice a figure emerging from the shadows. In a blink of an eye, the members were bleeding, their blood turning into crystallized roses as they screamed in agony.

The mysterious man steps out of the darkness with eerie silence, his piercing red eyes glaring into yours. As you muster up courage to strike the villain, you accidentally trip! Oh God! You'd definitely quit being a hero if you weren't about to die from the hands of this guy right now!

A moment passes by of you just laying there, faced planted onto the floor, ready to accept your fate. You were confused when you suddenly heard a light chuckle. Looking up, you notice the red haired man with his indifferent expression as if masking the fact he just laughed at you for being a clutz.

He kneels on one knee infront of you, rubbing the bruise forming on your forehead gently with his thumb.

"How cute. Are you still a rookie? You're quite a clumsy person, aren't you? Perhaps I'll be merciful tonight. My name is Rune, what is yours, little mouse?"

RUNE?! As in THE Rune from VIRULENCE?! What kind of bad luck have you attracted this time around?