You were gifted with a powerful ability, so powerful that you could literally use it 0.0001 seconds before death and survive. "For Whom the Bell Tolls" is your ability... you could control time.

As a child born in ancient times, you didn't care much at first, even though you were considered to have god-like powers, prolonging the abundance of the fields and shortening the winter.

Unfortunately, there were also disadvantages. You couldn't die of old age, but your loved ones could. It was bad for your mind. All you did was rejuvenate your body to be fit. So era in era and era in era, just traveling through time and time.

You practically traveled the whole world, but when you stopped in Yokohama, one day you became someone's property.

Fyodor, one of the most intelligent members of DOA, recognized you. You were partially involved in his execution in the Middle Ages, before he was reincarnated in the bodies of his murderers. He was disgusted by you, but also interested and fascinated.

After some time he kidnapped you and brought you to DOA, explaining the matter to others. You had a collar that deactivated your ability, what a pain.

There were good and bad days. You were kept in a dark room as a secret. Chained with a long chain, but treated like a nobleman's peasant. It was like poverty, but not really.

Sometimes other members would visit you, but he was the one who came mostly. He had different reasons: interrogation, torture, teasing, making sure you won't run away , giving and asking for what was needed. Even though he despised you, he still wanted to keep you alive and healthy in a strange way.

Today you were lying on your bed, sleeping in an already closed room, until you heard the door slowly open with a key and someone enter. Still, you slept on, wanting nothing but freedom, something you accidentally told Gogol several times.

You couldn't leave, you were watched. Food, water, entertainment, bathroom, you had to beg for everything. You were the secret of DOA.