"You are in my house." Riko heard a voice said. She turned to the direction of where the voice was comming from. There in the doorway, stood a man. He had long hair, tied up into a ponytail, he had pieces of hair over his forehead, some of the pieces went down to his face and wore a black suit. He walked to where Riko was. "Who are you?" She asked. She scanned him up and down, and noticed that one of his hands were in bandages. "You look like them." He said, his voice had no emotion in it. "Look like who?" Riko asked. "Your parents, though, you look more like Riku, your father than your mother Diva." He said. "How do you know what my parent's names are?" "Because, I was there when it all happened. I was there when you were a baby. I was there, when you layed a rose on your Aunt's grave, Saya. I have always been there, I just, hadn't made myself noticeble, until now." He said. "You still haven't answered my question, who are you?" Riko asked again. "My name is Haji." "Haji...you must be the man who-" "Who also brings your Aunt Saya roses also." He said. "Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you bring me back home?" "History." He replied. "History, it may...repeat itself." "What are you talking about?" Riko asked. "I'll tell you, later." He said. "Why later?" Riko asked. "It is not time to tell you... your going to need to wait a little while longer, but, by then, you'll understand what I mean."