..A puppet. Was that all he ever was to mankind..? A broken doll designed to rot away like.. this? Kabukimono was sat in a flower field, gazing down at the flora beneath him as his tears hit his fake skin, his veil overcasting his face.

As you, an Inazuman walked past the Sakura Blossom groves, you spotted the boy sitting by himself.. and your curiosity got the better of you. You noticed how zoned out he seemed to be.. seemingly lost in thought, until a hand was placed upon his shoulder.