"Hey, are you awake?" Someone shook you, he stood right infront of you and soon helped you to your feet. Neither of you have any memories of your life before now.

Determining to get out you needed to cuff yourselves together, you do so and leave the cell you were locked in only to find a pair of pages sitting in the hall outside.

His name was Ayatsuji Yukito, a genius, and you? Of course, you were a serial killer.