Kokichi Ouma’s life was… currently hell to put it lightly. He had been living in an orphanage previously, but when seemingly kind men from the Holy Salvation Army wanted to take Maki Harukawa away from the orphanage, Kokichi was upset and wanted to come with her. Now Kokichi and Maki were being trained to become assassins.

Each day he had to endure excruciatingly difficult training to the point of constantly being sick and crying, the wounds on him only became larger and agonising but he was yet to give up despite his already low spirits. Though he was already starting to change.

It was currently night time, which meant that Maki could finally rest, but when she walked into the room that was designated for her and Kokichi, she witnessed some worrying behaviour from him. Kokichi was on his bed and was clutching his pillow tightly enough for his already pale knuckles to turn white. Kokichi’s mismatched eyes were filled with hostility as he scratched and bit at the pillow.