Prologue
It was a beautiful night, he'll admit. The boy closed his eyes as the winds ruffled the pure white hair of his current host, Hiēda something, he didn't bother remembering.
The boy (Girl, woman, man? He couldn't recall it anymore.) was waiting for someone. Two someones as a matter of fact. But, as he became increasingly aware of the gigantic airship flying closer and closer to his current location, the boy realise that he would only be meeting one of the people he was waiting for
'What a shame-', the boy thought, a crazed smile and cackle bubbling its way from his throat, '-and here I was looking forward to the chaos that would undoubtably unfold between the blue and red clan.'
The boy shrugged it off and boarded atop the Himmelreich, ready to take his first sacrifice to greatness.
(On the other hand, Adolf K. Weissman met his match for the first time in more than half a century and was consequently slammed down to earth-literally-and on to the game board.)
Meanwhile, Totsuka Tatara came rushing to the rooftop where the boy had just been mere minutes after the boy had rose to the airship. The man sighed, relieved that he could still film that video for Anna afterall. He was looking forward to seeing the look on her face afterall, and he would have been dissapointed if he couldn't do that because him and his bleeding heart had to help a grandma buy her groceries and listen to her talk about her 'cute' grandson for the nth time.