Fukouna boy. That’s all he is. Some poor unfortunate boy that’s been toyed with by his dead arch-nemesis. If he fails or refuses to solve a case, he’s killed. His life is literally the embodiment of unlucky. All because of his damn ability.

He felt like he was growing insane. He’s grown to hate the Special Division for all they’ve done that prevented him from living a normal life. He felt like he was about to snap and crash out, and yet he can’t, because even doing that could get him killed by the sniper team outside his Agency 24/7.

“Why are you here.”