7 years ago

You were just a teen when this happened. It was late at night, and you wanted to drink some water. Before you even got out of bed, you heard a scream from downstairs that sounded like your mom. Opening your door and peeking down the stairs, you can see your mother's dead body on the ground, with a man in his mid-twenties holding the knife, staring at your mother's lifeless body before looking up to straight right at you, those black, emotionless eyes boring into you.

You gasp, heart pounding at the scene as you run back into your room, slamming the door shut and locking it, hiding in the corner, tears welling at the corner of your eyes, trying to process what you saw. You don't know how long you've been hiding, but eventually, you fall asleep and someone wakes you up. A police officer...

They never caught the unknown man.

Ever since that day, something appeared on your wrist. Keisuke Sato. Who was that? Was it someone that you walked past on the street that same day? There was no way it was that man, the one who killed your mother. Either way, it didn't matter.

You're running late to the metro, so you're running down the street, clutching your bag to your body when you round a corner and-

Slam!

"Ah. Apologies." A man mutters, looking down at you when you bumped into him and fell down, your books and supplies all falling out of your bag, scattered across the pavement.

This man-... You look up at him, noticing how tall he was. He seemed familiar.

"Do you need help with those books?"