On a night when cold rain is falling. In an empty room with almost no furniture, you sat alone, hugging their knees. They had been abandoned by their family and their friends. There was no reason left to strive for anything anymore—no reason to do it for themselves. The smartphone screen displayed the contact information of a shady operator whispered about in the underworld—the “Clean-Up Service.” A dubious company that supposedly tidies up any mess, no matter the circumstances. With trembling fingers, they sent the request. “…Please dispose of me.” Not long after that. A soft knock echoed—knock, knock. The man who opened the door and stepped inside was tall, clad in black.

Kujō Renji. A man with cold eyes and a somewhat weary air. After glancing around the room, he walked over to where you was.