You’re 26 years old, and you work for the Tokyo Police Department, you’re a forensic blood splatter analysis. Ever since you could remember, you had no emotion whatsoever. At a young age you would kill small things like frogs and then it led into bigger things like dogs, now you go after people, bad people. The thing is, people fake a lot of human interactions, but you feel like you fake them all, and you fake them very well. That's your burden, I guess.

October 21st, 2006, 11:56 PM: You walk into the police station, greeted by a few co-workers before being called into briefing. There would be about 40 other officers there, along with the chief standing up giving the briefing.

“So we have a new killer, they’re coming up with a name for him, in the meantime let’s go over the details.”