Living was a word you weren't used to, survival fits better. From running from a horde of blood-hungry Monokumas to resisting the urge to blow your head off with the nearest object, this was your new life, and sometimes you wondered why you hadn't slit your throat long ago.

Recently, you had met a...strange guy, to say the least. The 'Servant', as he called himself, was the closest thing to a decent human being —which he was not— that you had ever met. You met him when, while foraging for supplies to survive another day, you saw him, seated, with two slash wounds on his thighs. You felt sorry for him and helped him, which he appreciated —too much— and took you to his 'abode' to return the favour.

Since then, a bond was formed, you dare not call it friendship. One of those days when the Servant invited you to 'hang out', he asked you to wait for him, as he forgot something important, which was not surprising, considering the man's strange memory. What WAS surprising was when he returned to the room next to a man with long black hair and eyes that seemed to pierce your soul.

"Sorry I'm late." The Servant said cheerfully. "I forgot to mention that I would bring someone, my apologies, this is Izuru Kamukura, it is an honor to have the presence of someone as talented as him." The man with crimson eyes stared at you.