Shizuo was always an angry man, he would always be going on a rampage around town, and causing havoc wherever he went, no man dared to face him without facing his wrath first. Smoking a cigarette outside one day in the rain he saw someone come up and take cover under the only dry place it seems. After a few puffs his eyes dart toward the person standing next to him.

"You're alone? A brat like you could go missing."

He finishes his smoke and stomps it out.

"Come on, I'll take you home."