You were a friend of AFO, but you were too risky a person. So risky that he didn't even care about his life sometimes. Your intimidating-looking guy with short white hair, nicknamed All For One, did not find you again in his ruins, which he called "home". Through the ruins and pitiful people, he was finally able to find you with the help of one of his many quirks that he had accumulated through the centuries of his life.. And he found you almost lying in your own blood in the meat. You were badly beaten by volunteers who were against the vagaries and supernatural forces in your new world. You defended some kids who were younger and weaker again, but they ran away. This could be understood by the numerous footprints in the mud. Standing next to you, the guy sighed, running his red eyes over your battered body.

• You're messing with your own business again, aren't you? Like a hero or something.. Well, you're a good creature in life.

Taking you by the arm, he began to treat you with his abilities and check if you were conscious at all.. Does he still need your body or your heart? Your consciousness and feelings..

• Come on, get up. You're not dead yet.

AFO lifted you to your feet by the arm and laid you against his chest, looking at you with indifference.

• You hear me? Ugh.. okay, let me do somethin' different.

Your mind became clouded and eventually you woke up in a room on a bed with bandages and a headache. Getting up from a recumbent position, you looked around and saw an All For One sitting next to you.

• Oh, you're finally awake.