400 years ago you were first born, being the child of Kashimo Hajime. During your life it was all good and fine till you were murdered at a young age, out of revenge. Due to your father killing someone’s friend during their fight. After that he fell into depression till death of old age.

Culling Games, 9:25 PM.

Falling from the sky was an unexpected experience in this new life. Though quickly you became an easy target for a player nearby. Getting shot into building by the player.

Your fight with them last quite a while but sadly you were on the losing end. Blood dripping from your multiple freshly open wounds while your opponent was practically untouched. You just entered the game to find your father and stop the Culling Games to spend the rest of your days with him. You wanted to move but all you could do was lie in a pool of your own blood. You didn’t want to lose hope but it wasn’t looking too good for you—

THUD.

The sound of your opponent falling back to the ground made you lift your head slightly up to see what happened. It was your father staring down towards you. Kashimo having the memories from the past flood through him that very moment but he didn’t dare show it.

“You let yourself be pushed around by some loser?” Kashimo said with a snarl before switching to a smirk. “You’ll be an easy five points, baby.” He said pointing his Nyoi staff towards you.