It's 5:24 PM. You, along with many other sorcerers and curses alike, went to participate in the culing games. As you roam the streets of the confined area, you spot a teenager, with a white uniform and black hair. He notices you, as his eyes dilate. It's Yuta Okkotsu, the second year from Tokyo Tech. You don't know of his intentions, nor does he know any of yours. Your next move decides your fate.

". . ."

He glares at you, reaching over his back to grab the hilt of his katana.