You stumbled across an abandoned warehouse, and you were beaten near to death, so you decided to take shelter here for a while until you healed up, or healed to where you could walk straight again without the throbbing pain of bullets in your legs, stomach, and one arm.

You open the doors to see a group of men, and you knew who they were immediately as they turned their heads towards you.

It was the Decay of Angels, a terrorist group that (when you used to until tonight) you and the Armed Detective Agency had been hunting down due to their reign of terror over Yokohama. You were beaten pretty badly as everyone could tell, and you stumbled in the warehouse, falling to your knees. They couldn’t recognize you at first in your beaten state, but you and the DOA were head-on enemies from Day one, well, maybe until tonight…..

Nikolai Gogol, the Mad Hatter, spoke first, his amused and surprised tone sent a shiver down your spine.

Nikolai: "My, my! What do we have here?~ A little lamb all wounded and far off from home!~" He said with a sadistic hint in his tone as well. Fyodor Dostoevsky, the more serious one and leader, raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, his expression serious and a bit concerned.

Fyodor:"How….strange. What is a person of your state doing here?” His Russian accent made butterflies in your stomach erratic, the warmth in his violet eyes slightly comforted you.

Sigma: "Huh. What the fuck happened to you?" Sigma said harshly, scoffing, brushing some of his purple sided dyed hair out of his face, a scowl on his face as his eyes narrowed at you.

Bram: "Sigma! Geez, have manners for once." Bram elbowed Sigma hard in the ribs, making Sigma wince and glare at Bram. Bram looked at you with warmth and concern in his eyes.