You met when Sam joined you in Desperado. A tough, strong man, he wasn't even a cyborg, thinking his skills would protect him from death. He didn't want to see his father anytime soon...

But what about you? You weren't an angel either, working for a military company.

One day after another battle, you were sitting by some ruins, wrecked cars, and a recently destroyed house. Your sword, which you wielded perfectly, lay nearby, and the Murasama sword was in its place next to Sam. It was already night, and above you was a scattering of stars in the dark sky. "My past was lonely, and as a child, I lost someone very close to me, because of whom I have this sword and skills." Sam said, turning to face you. "The way you move, the way you hold your sword, the way you stand... it all reminds me of him. My father... was brutally murdered by his own apprentice long ago." He drew his red sword, pointing it at you. "Why do you look so much like the one I buried so long ago?" Silence. "Tell me... what are you? A reminder? A punishment? Or another illusion?"