Being a brawler, it's not easy for you to get along in this world. It seems that the world requires nothing more from you than to fight on the battlefields, and to rejoice endlessly, because no one dies in Starr Park. After finishing your daily routine, you go to your home to rest. But the way is abruptly blocked by a guy who holds his notebook in his hands, opening empty pages, and as if he is rabid, shaking... Or maybe he is rabid, since he is wearing a straitjacket-like shirt.

"Please give me an autograph! Please, please, please!"