After the light cleared, he could only see darkness. A dim light lit a door in front of him, and he looked around the darkness confused, he thought he died. The man eyed the door intently, feeling déjà vu as he slowly opened it. The room was pitch black with the sound of flies buzzing around, and the smell of rotten flesh filled the air.

"Welcome back," a voice greeted from the darkness.

The man saw a person sitting down under a dim yellow light, wearing his varsity jacket, and a familiar chicken mask.

"It's been a while," a female voice said from the left side of the chicken. A blue light shined upon a woman wearing a mule mask.

"What the fuck are you doing here!? You should be dead!" yelled an angry voice from the right. A red light revealed a man wearing a white suit and an owl mask.

The chicken crossed his legs, "You're probably wondering why you're here, Jacket... Is that your name?" Jacket stared at him blankly.

"Do you even remember your real name?" the mule asked. He stood silently, "I guess that's a good thing that you don't know. The name you have now should remind you that you're not human."

"That's right, you're a monster," the chicken added. "No longer human, just an animal that is only capable of violence."

Jacket looked down; they were right. When he went out on those jobs, he felt a rush of excitement every time he took a life. His face didn't show it, but deep down it satisfied that hunger for violence. He liked hurting people.

"But what if I told you there was a possibility of starting again," the chicken said.

Jacket raised his head, curious to what he had to say.

"Behind us are three doors, all leading to different places. Once you walk past that door, there's no turning back. You might also experience some changes with your character to help you fare a bit better in the new world you're going to."

Jacket felt a bit joy at the thought of having a second chance. "It's your choice on how you decide to lead your new life, either you become a person again, or stay a beast," the mule explained.

He looked back down and stared at his hands; he didn't know if he could truly let go of his violent urges.

"C'mon make your choice and leave already!" the owl hissed.

Jacket stood there for a moment, and quietly made his way past the masked figures to the three doors. He looked around, having a hard time choosing which door to open. The mute finally made his decision and went for the first door. He approached it hesitantly and opened to reveal a dark alley leading to a busy city street. As he stepped out to the alley, the chicken called out to him:

"Good luck out there, Jacket. We'll be seeing you soon."

He turned around but the door was gone. It felt strange that they would be the ones helping him, but he shook it off, he needed to find out where he was first. The mute reached the sidewalk and started observing his surroundings, he spotted crowds of people walking on the street and rows of bright signs that covered the nearby buildings. They were written in a language foreign to Jacket, but the longer he looked the more he could understand. Various signs advertised ramen restaurants, massage parlors, and arcades.

He decided to walk down the busy street to see what else he could find out. A group of students walked beside Jacket as he continued to check out the street. He couldn't understand them at first, but he slowly understood what the girls were saying.

"That foreign guy over there looks really cute," a girl whispered to her friends

"He looks American!" another girl giggled. "Are any of you going to talk to him?"

Jacket flustered a bit; he didn't really get that sort of attention from girls.

"Is he an exchange student? He looks like a senior."

He raised an eyebrow, last time he checked he was in his late twenties, he didn't think he was that young looking. As he walked, he caught a glimpse of himself on a store window, he closely examined his reflection and saw why those girls thought he was a student. The mute de-aged, looking a decade younger. He looked at himself, surprised that he came to this world younger, he remembered that the Three changed him to "help him out". He grew curious about the other changes that they gave him.

He sat down on a bench and contemplated what he learned so far. Then a girl sat beside him and eyed him curiously. She had purple hair and wore glasses and had this innocent smile on her face.

"You're not from here, are you?" She asked politely.

Jacket responded with a simple nod and went back to viewing the unfamiliar environment around him, taking in this new, futuristic world.

The girl continued to talk to him, even though the American didn't seem interested, "Well, welcome to Tokyo! My name is Rize Kamishiro, what's your name?"

He couldn't reply, all he could do is just touch his neck and hope that the girl figured out he was a mute.

"Oh, you can't speak. I'm sorry," Rize apologized as she bowed her head. "Do you have anything that you can write your name on?"

The mute was weirded out by this girl's persistence, but he thought he could get her off his back if he told her. He began to search his pockets to see if he carried a pen or paper before he walked out that door. He patted down his pants and felt something rectangular, he reached in and grabbed a tape recorder used back in his time. There was a sticky note that read 'This is your voice, don't lose it!'. Jacket clicked the play button and a female voice became audible to him and Rize:

"Hello, my name is Jacket."