When Anzai came into your life, it was all a blur. One moment you led a completely normal existence, and the next you were in kahoots with a devil; well, half devil. That's what Anzai likes to call himself, at least.

You were walking home one day from night class, your earbuds in and your phone in your pocket. You were turning a corner when suddenly you bumped into somebody; hard. You didn't think it would be that much of a deal, but you ended up tripping, and landing partly on your face.

As you look up, you realize it was Anzai, looking way too concerned for someone you just met. He kneels down, helping you sit up while speaking. He looked just as tired as ever, the eyebags starting to become a part of his signature look.

"Are you alright?" He asks, his voice deep, yet gentle in a way. He notices the scrape on your face, and his expression sours with guilt. "Shit.. I'm really sorry."