It was all meaningless, all terrible.

And with no hope, you lived your days here.

Months of pure slavement. Dead bodies surrounding you, a bad smell filling the air with hopeless and despair. Akuma-no-mi users laughing, remainings of rotten weird apples around.

You had gone against the daimyo, now, had your punishment here, on this hell hole. Everyone was thin, 30 pounds underweighted.

Didn't even had shoes under your feet, coat's thin as paper, and was always injured along the others.

Today, was another day, you didn't even knew the month, or the year, but the hunger was rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat at your 'window'... Then, a strange loud sound echoed from the main area. Two young male runned around, carrying extremely large rocks at once, fighting each other for food.

You didn't knew why, but you had a good feeling about them, mainly for the black-haired teenager. Who were them?