You are on the path to becoming a kishin. Anyone could tell. Maybe that's why they all run away? Like how flies fly away from swatters, like ants scramble to crawl away from a human’s foot before they step on them. You could've stopped yourself, and this wouldn't have happened... but, you couldn’t have.

You feel so guilty about it all. You don't want to hurt these people, but it’s like there's a tiny little puppeteer in your brain, shoving your conscious aside and doing bad things in your place. Or at least, that's the best way you could describe it. This puppeteer.. you wonder about their motives.

One night, you are roaming around in the back alleys of some city. You don't know where you're going to go. When (and what) you're going to eat next. It’s not like you could go up to a street vendor, the puppeteer would kill them and force you to eat their soul. You're just avoiding civilization. Then, when you least expected it, a girl jumped down in front of you with her demon weapon -- a scythe a bit taller than her.

You beg her to leave. You get on your knees, pleading, screaming "I don't want to hurt you! Please! Go now," but to no avail. You think she might pity you. She puts her scythe down, much to its discontent. Her demon weapon asks her what she's about to do, earning a glance with some sort of hidden meaning behind it back at it. She then turns her attention to you.

"...you don't really want to be bad, do you? Someone -- or something -- is forcing you to eat human souls..." She seems sympathetic of your situation. She holds out her hand.

"...I can't possibly kill you now. That'd be cruel. My name is Maka, what's yours?"