It was the end of a normal school day. Gaggles of students came gushing out of the massive high school building. Among those students was none other than Byakuya Togami.

The young man strode towards the school's gate with the effortless swagger of someone who saw themselves as above the people around himself. After all, he did see himself that way.

As the recently selected heir to the huge financial conglomerate, internationally known as the Togami Corporation, Byakuya had been conditioned from an early age to be the best among all potential competition. He carried himself as such, as he saw everyone around him as competitors to beat out.

While most average teenage boys would consider this lifestyle to be a little extreme, Byakuya loved living that way. It turned the banal day-to-day of life into an interesting little game.

However, his game had come to an end.

For his entire life he had been fighting an uphill battle. He was the youngest of sixteen children, all bred for success. In order to become the sole inheritor of Togami Corp., Byakuya had no choice but to take every single one of his siblings out of the running.

For sixteen years, he had to highlight his value, as well as prove the inadequacy of his brothers and sisters. Through extensive trials, he managed to come out on top, and was rewarded with the right to continue the Togami legacy.

However, his greatest achievement ended up making his life exceedingly mundane. Before, he had won the competition, he had something worthwhile to fight for, which brought him amusement. Now that he was on top, there was nowhere else for him to climb.

He tried taking up day-trading a few months prior, amassing a personal wealth of more than four billion dollars. Even that eventually got boring for Byakuya.

He let out a bored sigh as he walked alone towards the sleek, black BMW that was waiting for him.

The driver, seeing him approach, quickly got out of the expensive sedan to hold the door open for his employer.

"I hope you had a good day, Young Master," he greeted Byakuya with a bow. "Where would you like me to take you?"

"I would like to go home," he replied curtly as he sat down in the back seat.

"Of course, sir." The driver shut his master's door, before he went to slip into the driver's seat. Byakuya glanced at his phone, he had a message, but before he had a chance to open it, he heard a soft thud coming from outside the car.

"S-sorry, sorry!"

He looked up to see what the commotion was.

He saw his driver trying to sidestep a girl who was bowing to him nervously.

"S-sorry," she stuttered again, her twin braids swinging as she bowed.

"It's fine," he tipped his hat toward her before leaving her on the sidewalk and joining his boss in the car.

With the driver no longer obscuring his view, he could clearly see the girl through the window. She was a completely average-looking high schooler with long, dark mauve hair and steel grey eyes covered by huge, wire-rim spectacles.

Byakuya recognized her as the student who sat at the desk next to him in his class. He couldn't quite recall her name; Tono or Toki, maybe? Well, it didn't really matter as she wasn't really a person who was worth remembering in his opinion.

She was quiet and reserved, and she wasn't in any extracurriculars, much like himself. The key difference was that he was above all the aspects of school life, and she was just weird and didn't fit in.

As the vehicle began to move, through the rearview mirror, he noticed the girl scramble to pick up a composition notebook before running off.

"What a strange girl," Byakuya mentally remarked, and he turned his attention back to his phone.

He opened the message to see it was from his secretary, Shinobu.

Shinobu: Eichi is asking to borrow some money. Would you like me to decline his request?

Byakuya: How much is he asking for?

Shinobu: ¥1,000,000. He says he can pay it back within five months.

He considered the request. While a million yen was pocket change to him, he still wasn't the type to give out loans, much less to his siblings. But he knew that Eichi would be good for it. After all, the sixth eldest of the Togami siblings was always trustworthy. Which Byakuya reckoned to be a fatal flaw that cost him his inheritance.

He might as well make a few extra dollars off of him.

Byakuya: Draw up the loan document and make it payable over three months with 25% interest.

Shinobu: Will do.

Byakuya stepped out of his bathroom into his luxurious Victorian bedroom. He ran his fingers through his freshly blow-dried blonde hair, as he lay down on his ridiculously lavish bed.

He stared at the exquisite chandelier on the ceiling, thinking about nothing in particular. What time was it? Maybe he could go look over some classified investigations before actually getting some sleep.

He glanced at the alarm clock that sat on his bedside table. It was 10pm; it was a little late. Byakuya supposed he should just stay in bed, but he wasn't the least bit tired. That's when he heard a knock on his door.

"Enter," Byakuya called out.

Upon getting the permission of his master, Byakuya's butler, as well as his closest confidant, Pennyworth, walked into the room with graceful strides. He stood at the foot of the bed holding his hands behind his back.

"Good evening, Young Master," he spoke. "I would like to ensure that you no longer require my services, before I retire for the night."

Byakuya didn't move. "Pennyworth, I have been feeling rather spiritless lately," he admitted, totally blasé.

"Ah, yes," said the old steward, sounding unsurprised by his statement. "I've noticed you've lost your usual drive ever since you inherited the business."

"I didn't realize I was that obvious."

"Well, sir, I would be a disgrace of a butler if I couldn't detect such a change in my master."

Byakuya sighed and sat up in his bed. "Suppose you are correct. That I've lost my usual…zeal. Do you have any advice?"

Pennyworth thought for a moment. "Maybe you could go for a drive, sir. Take some time to ponder on something to fill your void."

The young man raised an eyebrow. "And how, pray tell, would a drive help the matter?"

"Normally, I would recommend taking a walk and getting some fresh air. However, it's getting quite late, it could be dangerous for a figure of your celebrity to go out unprotected late at night. A drive with the windows down would be a much safer alternative."

Byakuya was silent for a moment, before he hopped off of his bed, plucking his glasses off the side table.

"Fetch my coat."

As the affluent teenager sat comfortably in the back seat of the car, the window rolled down, only one thought went through his mind.

"When I get home, I think I'll fire Pennyworth."

Of course, Byakuya would (probably) never fire the man who took care of and looked out for him for his entire life; the only person he trusted completely. Still, this "go-for-a-ride-to-feel-better" idea was a total waste of his time.

He'd had his driver take him through the city, but the sight of all of those pitiful commoners scurrying around began to annoy him quickly.

He brushed a wind-blown lock of hair out of his face, as he rolled up the window, growing tired of all of the aromas bothering his nose.

After a mere fifteen minutes, Byakuya had had enough. "I'm tired of this. Take me home," he instructed his driver.

"Yes, Young Master," the man responded, turning the steering wheel.

As the car began to start toward his home, Byakuya noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

"Hold on," he said, causing the driver to abruptly pull over.

"Yes, sir?"

Byakuya did not respond. Instead squinted a little harder out of his window just to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

And surely enough, he wasn't.

It was her, the girl from earlier. She was emerging from an alley all alone. Byakuya, himself was surprised he recognized her. Her messy hair was loose from its braids and her uniform was tattered, a long rip going up her left calf.

It almost looked like she'd been attacked. However, the wide, playful smile that spread across her face contradicted that idea.

"Turn off the engine." The driver nodded.

Soon enough the low rumble of the engine was reduced to silence and the vehicle's lights turned off. With the car off, the vehicle would be much more inconspicuous.

Byakuya watched her closely as she quickly scanned her surroundings. No one seemed to be paying attention to her, besides her classmate, who was obscured by tinted car windows.

Sure that she had no audience, the young girl took hold of the rip in her skirt and tore it even further almost to her hip. Byakuya was intrigued by the peculiar action, but he couldn't help but blush at her indecent display.

But things kept getting more and more bizarre by the second. Like a character straight out of a movie, she pulled out a shiny pair of what seemed to be custom-made, silver scissors and spun them around on her fingers.

Byakuya gasped and paled. He recognized those scissors anywhere. In the library of his home were over two dozen of files containing information on a serial killer that the police had called, Genocide Jack.

He'd made a hobby out of solving police cases; he thoroughly enjoyed ferreting out the truth that even law enforcement couldn't see. However, the Genocide Jack cases had been on of the few he was unable to crack.

From what he'd read, the killer had been running around for the past five years, executing young men, crucifying them using...those same scissors she was using.

Byakuya couldn't believe his eyes. Was he witnessing the aftermath of a Genocide Jack murder?

As he pulled out his phone to get footage of the events unfolding before him, the suspect arched her exposed leg. Without hesitation, she dug the tip of one of the scissors' blades into her thigh. She didn't even flinch as she dragged a slice across her pale skin.

Byakuya was mesmerized by the scene and began snapping pictures for proof. She poked her long tongue out of her mouth as if she was about to catch snowflakes with it. Like a lollipop, the school girl licked the blood from the scissors, before shoving them into a holster concealed by the intact portion of her skirt.

Then as if nothing had ever happened, she gathered her torn skirt and skipped off into the distance, becoming one with the crowd occupying the street, leaving Byakuya utterly dumbfounded.

He was quite certain he'd caught the culprit who'd mercilessly taken the lives of nearly forty people. And she was just a frail teenage girl!

Putting his shock aside, he opened the car door. "Is everything alright, sir?" his driver, who'd previously been silent, called out without turning around.

"Just wait here." Byakuya slammed the car door behind him and quickly made his way over to the alley in which his schoolmate had just emerged. Depending on what he saw when he reached the depths of this alley, he will have confirmed the identity of Genocide Jack.

He went deeper and deeper into the long alleyway until everything before him was shrouded by the darkness. Unable to see, he turned on his phone flashlight.

And there it was.

Under the harsh light emitting from his phone, was the slumped corpse of a young man hanging from the brick wall. His wrists had been forcefully impaled with the signature scissors associated with Genocide Jack. "How could she have possibly penetrated brick with mere scissors?" Byakuya thought, incredulously.

There were two more pairs of scissors, one stabbed into each side of his ribcage; the injury had apparently soaked his clothes in his blood, which was dripping down his legs and to the ground.

And the final telltale characteristic of the scene that sealed the case were the words written on the wall next to the body in the victim's own blood: BLOOD LUST.

While this scene would have most likely scarred anyone else for life, Byakuya was relatively unaffected by it as he took more photo evidence. Sure, he was a little caught off-guard by seeing a dead body in person like that, but he had seen hundreds of pictures of dead bodies before so he wasn't completely unfamiliar with that kind of thing.

Having all the evidence he needed to alert the police, Byakuya made his way back to the car.

"Where would you like me to take you next, Young Master?" the driver asked when he heard the door open and clothes.

"Take me to the police station."

At least, that's what he almost said. But before the words could leave his lips he had an epiphany.

That had been the first time in months that he'd truly felt alive. If he turned that girl in, that would mark the end of the Genocide Jack murders. That might have been good for Japan, but not for Byakuya. He didn't want to lose the passion that had arisen in him tonight.

A mischievous grin stretched across his face.

"Take me home."

He leaned back comfortably in his seat, completely satisfied with himself. He pulled up one of the photos he'd taken of the girl, and stared at as he rode home.

"This is going to make things very interesting."