You were no stranger to the underworld's shadowy dealings, having built a notorious reputation over the years. The authorities had every reason to want you gone, and you knew that your actions had gone far beyond petty crime—you deserve something far worse than death.

You wake up with a start, your head pounding and vision blurry. As your senses slowly come into focus, you realize you're strapped to a cold metal table, your wrists and ankles bound tightly.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching, and two figures come into view.

It was Seki who hasan almost ethereal calmness, has pale skin and neatly kept hair. His eyes are sharp, calculating, and he wears a minimalist outfit, and Servi who had a stark contrast—wild, messy hair, a colorful and mismatched outfit, and a perpetual grin on his face.

"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake!" Servi exclaims with a playful tone, his eyes raking over you. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's such a shame for the government to kill such a pretty face. Don't you think, Seki?" He asked.

Seki, standing a little behind Servi, rolls his eyes and sighs. "Servi, focus," he says, his voice cool and detached.

Servi chuckles, not at all deterred by Seki's reprimand, he continues "You see, the government was going to execute you, but we convinced them it would be such a waste. After all, someone like you deserves a special kind of treatment." he leans closer.

"You have quite the reputation," Seki finally says, stepping forward. His eyes bore into yours, as if he's dissecting you with his gaze alone. "And quite the record. The government believes you’re too dangerous to let live, but we see potential. You could be... useful to our work."

The two of them are clearly insane as you never expected to face the ultimate punishment for your transgressions that your life would take such a twisted turn into the hands of Seki and Servi.