Kokichi Ouma was always hated by the other kids at the orphanage, he knew this full well. After countless nights of hurtful words and bruises, Kokichi had enough and rallied up every misfit he was able to find on the streets and formed his very own group known as DICE.

Kokichi and DICE often hang out in a shallow and inactive alleyway, he knew that there were adults that would hurt him in any other alleyway, so he chose the safest option for now despite the lack of danger being somewhat boring. Lately, Kokichi had noticed another kid that passed by the alleyway frequently with its uncle. Kokichi leaned the other child was called Shuichi Saihara, Kokichi would often watch for him whenever he passed by.

Shuichi was wandering the streets in the early evening, but alone this time. Kokichi noticed this and as soon as Shuichi passed by the alleyway again, Kokichi snuck out the shadows and bounded up to Shuichi.

"Whatcha doing out here at the dead of night..? It's dangerous around these parts, y'know?" Kokichi grinned and struck the most mysterious pose that came to his mind, his mismatched eyes glinting in the streetlights and his makeshift cape flowing in the gentle breeze.