"So what are you proposing?" A young muffled childlike voice rang out into nothingness stuffing his face with the strawberry cake in front of him barely paying attention to the figure sitting across from him at their small table.

"Nothing much, just a game, you like games don't you?" A robotic voice replied.

The young boy looked up from his cake and having finished chewing, swallowed his food before taking in his company. A strange figure for sure most would be frightened walking past them in the daylight. A gas mask and a cloak hiding his body from his neck to feet covering his entire body besides his hands that stuck out of his sleeves fingers laced together. They sat their back straight against the back of the chair watching the young boy. No, it was more like he was analyzing the boy, taking in every detail. Creepy.

Brushing brown whips of hair off his forehead the boy replied, "What kind of game?"

A chill ran up the boys spine, he felt as if the figure was smiling despite being unable to see their face and then the mechanical voice responded, "Only the best kind of game there is, obviously a killing game," and the most disturbing laugh the young boy had ever heard rang out in complete insanity.

The young boy looked down back at his cake waiting for the laughter to die down he thought of the ridiculousness of the suggestion. A killing game? How savage of a thought. That storyline has been done before and he was getting a bit tired of it. The Hunger Games, Battle Royal, and more. This obsession with watching people kill each other was disturbing and people ate it up. Taking another bite of his cake the laughter stopped and he considered. Maybe that was all true but still. A real killing game? How would people act? How would they betray each other? How would they kill each other? The young boy smiled.

"When do we start?"

Chapter Zero: Prelude to Despair

The excitement of New York never seemed to stop in the near eight years the boy had lived there. Something exciting was always happening in the city that he loved where anyone could be whomever they wanted. It was the city he came too when he seemed to have no hope for his future, too him it was a city of hope. Of course, besides all the excitement he found in New York life he never had to worry about finding a client. Someone in this city was always seeking out his services so he made a comfortable living. He at one point would go for walks through the city but due to some complications, he decided it was for the best to go out at night if the situation called for it. Of course, the reason he wasn't out walking five minutes ten PM wasn't for one of these special situations. Thought it was special in a way and anyone could tell the teenager walking down the street was in a good mood if they bothered to take notice of me. He had a smile reaching from ear to ear and a red envelope with a unique symbol that had been sealing it closed but now had been torn in half. Ther red envelope sporting in cursive white letters his first and last name, Caleb Liu.

The boy didn't seem to look of any importance to any passerby. His thick floppy brown hair seemed to bounce as he walked and his eyes a dark brown color seemed to dart around in a seemingly frantic way despite the smile plastered on his face; a faded small scar hovered over his right eyebrow. He had a thin build and light brown in his skin color. He sported a sleeveless black jacket leaving the front unzipped showing an untucked blue button-up shirt. He sported a pair of black skinny jeans and velcro strap trainees for his shoes. Just another basic looking individual living in New York.

Though the letter he had received had proved he was anything but normal. The opportunity that had been given to him would change everything in his life, maybe with this, he can pursue a different path in life than his current one. There was only one thing, no more like a certain person that would ultimately affect his decision if he would go or not. He ran over the contents of the letter one again in his head.

Dear Mr. Liu,

We have been working tirelessly the past couple months in search of outstanding students unlike any other across the globe to attend our newly open high school. The Ultimate School for gifted students, Hopes Peak Sister Location, our newest attempt at including students from beside Japan to attend our prestigious school with all its benefits. I'm sure you've heard of Japan's very own Hope's Peak Academy and the guarantee of a successful life. After much consideration, we have chosen you for your skills of helping people disappear from their old lives to start afresh, and while that may be a bit illegal, we are willing to overlook it and help you use your skill set in a more government-friendly way. We hope to see you there as the Ultimate Vanisher.

-Hopes Peak Administration.

This was an opportunity few people in the world where given. Of course, that was one of the reasons he wanted to join. The other was the unsettling thought that they were able to find out who he was since his work was kept under wraps. He had a feeling that if he didn't accept the invitation thinks may get a bit complicated for him. The third reason was that if he was sent a letter then she must have, so with this thought in mind he arrived at her doorstep his hand gripping the envelope. He had a feeling that from the moment he ran this doorbell everything would change and a more hopeful future then he had now. How wrong he would soon find out he was...

All right then everyone! That ends Chapter 0! I hope I was able to portray Caleb well in the little section he appeared in, he is after all the protagonist. See you in the next chapter.