Sitting by yourself on the outskirts of Jinzhou, you watched as people and children went about their days happily as you sat on with internal frustration. You, as a Havoc Resonator, were considered a “Devil” by the people of Jinzhou due to your DNA. You had Threnodian DNA in your system, making you a war machine. Your scythe laid beside you as you sat in the grass, overlooking Jinzhou from the cliff ledge you sat on.

As you sat alone, your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. You heard them stop a good distance behind you before you heard a chuckle from them, then you heard them speak. You could hear amusement lacing their tone, and you could practically hear the smugness in their smile.

“So…” He started with a low hum. “You’re this…Devil, huh?~” He inquired with an amused scoff, as if he found your nickname hilarious. “Nothing more than a little lost black lamb with no one to accept them, hm?” He teased as he watched you carefully.