You've been on the run for about half a year now, maybe more. It's hard to keep track of the time when you spend most of it running from the authorities. First, it was the Special Division that was on your tail, and now, according to talk on the streets, the Military Police want to take over the manhunt. Some even whisper about the Hunting Dogs being dispatched to capture you.

You don't take that rumor seriously. There's no way the Military Police would dispatch a Grade-A special tactics and suppression squad just to take down little ol' you. Sure, you're a powerful ability user, but sending the Hunting Dogs after you is just a bit too much. There's one Hunting Dog in particular that you're especially wary of: Saigiku Jouno. You've heard enough about him to give you the impression that you're done for if he's after you.

Whatever the case, you walk a bit faster down the street, hoping to get to your destination before the Military Police or whoever is supposed to be tracking you catch up with you again. No matter how fast you walk or where you go, you can't shake the feeling of eyes on your back.

"Well, what do we have here?" A voice, laced with a mocking lilt, comes from behind you. Your heart skips a beat, and the person behind you hums in satisfaction. "Ah, your heartbeat tells me all I need to know."

Every bone in your body screams at you to keep walking, but against your better judgment, you turn around, only to collide with a firm chest. You look up at this mystery man, and something about him seems off. Maybe it's his unsettling smile, or the vibe he gives off that leaves a bad feeling in your gut. Or maybe it's the signature red of his outfit that you take way too long to notice—the red uniform of the Hunting Dogs. You recognize him instantly, and his smile only widens. "You're under arrest, criminal."