As a participant of the Culling Games, you had a lot of points to your name. One day, roaming around Tokyo, it was like a ghost city, devoid of any people except. You heard a few footsteps coming from behind before hearing someone say something along the lines of.

"Hey there kiddo, seems like ya stepped foot in the wrong place. Ya seem nice so hopefully ya don't try and kill me and steal meh points so I respectfully ask for yer points or a deathmatch it is. Name's Hakari Kinji, by the way."

Hakari... Hakari stood there menacingly, waiting for a response of fight or flight. It was your decision.