Sion wandered the streets for days searching for his love. He paid a visit to the Mikado Corporation, and they claimed that they had nobody on record with the name Kaldea. He was furious with them and desperate to find her, but after a while, he realized that it was hopeless. She was gone.

Sion couldn't return to her house. He didn't want to be there if Kaldea was no longer there. He returned to living on the streets. He knew he had the skills to survive and protect himself in a rough domain.

After a while, Sion no longer cared for anyone's well being, not even his own. He constantly thought of Kaldea. He remembered everything about her: her words, the way she looked, the way her hair smelled, her smile. He simply couldn't get her out of his mind and couldn't forget it even if he wanted to. Sion never spoke to anybody who came across him and had a constant look of sorrow on his face. He'd get into fights not even caring who the individual was. He was suffering from severe self-destructive desires now, and hoped that someone would be able to kill him.

Sion wandered the streets each day, desiring to find the one who could defeat him and put him out of his misery. He had yet to find someone who could do the job yet and it disappointed him. One day, he was strolling down the streets carelessly, not paying attention to where he was going. (Kaldea...) was all that he could think about. He unwittingly bumped into an average-sized man. He had fair hair of middle-length and green eyes. His shirt was a bright yellow with khaki pants. "Hey! Watch it!"

(...) Sion remained silent after the comments. "Who do you think you are, running into me like that without an apology!? What's with that pathetic look on your face? What, did your girlfriend dump you?" the man said rudely.

Sion's eyes lit up with rage and he let out a loud scream. "Errr...raaaaaaah!!"

Before the man could even blink, the martial arts expert was all over him. He pounded on his face like a punching bag. Then Sion kicked him repeatedly in the ribs until he heard a sickening crack. He snorted and said to himself, "Pathetic. Isn't there anyone who can kill me?" Then he walked away, leaving the man soaked in his own blood.

After the incident with the innocent man who regretfully made the wrong remark, Sion decided to move to the other side of the City of Edge. The particular part of town was considered to be the ghetto. Homeless people littered the streets. Sion was just the latest addition to the large collection. There were multiple bars on each side of the street. It was truly a place any person would not want to be, except Sion.

He was still seeking the one who could send him to his grave and reunite him with his lost love, Kaldea. He had yet to find anyone capable of handling his deadly martial arts abilities. (Is there no one worthy of fighting me? I've never even come close to defeat. I expected to find some tougher people than this on the streets. Wait... who's that?)

The man he was looking at was nearly seven feet tall. He was going bald, but he still had some flaming red hair. He had a solid black leather jacket and faded jeans. His blue eyes were ice cold and he was missing a few teeth. It was obvious he'd been in quite a few brawls before. Then the man saw the small figure of Sion out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey... Noticed you were looking at me. You got a problem with me or something?" the low voice boomed.

"C'mon..." Sion said.

"What?!" the man said, caught off guard by his remarks.

"Why don't you go ahead and kill me..." Sion said fearlessly.

"What are you on?!"

"That is...if you think you got what it takes..."

Then the red-headed man became furious with the gutsy kid. "You're asking for it, you little...!!!"

Then he charged and swung his massive arms toward Sion. The physically smaller man lifted up his arms to block, but it didn't help much. He was knocked back against a wall. The man smiled, showing the holes off where the teeth used to be as his victim cringed in pain. Then he charged and aimed for Sion's head. He ducked just in time to see the fist fly over his head and slam into the wall. As his opponent clutched his hand from the pain, he quickly retaliated with a low foot sweep to trip up the tall man. Then Sion hopped on top of him and started throwing his deadly punches at his nose.

Soon, the man was choking on the blood that was pouring out of his nose. Sion let up for a moment, thinking he had won, but he was overconfident. The man wrapped his gargantuan hands around his throat and lifted him up into the air as he laid on the ground. He slowly got up to his feet and tossed Sion effortlessly into the wall. He slid down to the ground, grimacing in pain. Then he swiftly kicked Sion in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him. He picked the groggy martial artist up and held him by the shoulders, preventing him from falling back down. Sion looked out of it and the man prepared to finish him off. However, before he could pull anything off, the young fighter rammed his head into the man's nose, killing him instantly. It was completely pushed back into his face and his eyeballs rolled back. Sion wiped his brow and sighed with relief.

(Finally, a challenge.) he thought as he walked off.

As more time passed, Sion became extremely frustrated, more than ever. He was unable to find anyone who could give him a challenge after the confrontation that had left one of them dead. He almost wished that it had been him who had died that day; that he had been the one who had been covered in his own blood. Although he found it strange, he somewhat envied the man he had just brutally killed.

(Maybe he's reunited with some long, lost love like I wish I was.)

Every minute he was left alive, he drew closer to the brink of insanity. (It seems like any wish of mine won't be fulfilled now. I've lost the only thing I ever wished for, someone to love and care for. I had her, and now she's gone. Now I have another wish- to be sent to the next life and possibly rejoined with Kaldea- and I can't have it. I can't take it anymore!)

"Someone! Anyone! Come and kill me!" Sion yelled at the top of his lungs.

He paused for a moment and looked around, hoping someone would answer him, but all he received were awkward looks from strangers. They were freaked out by a sudden shout of a death wish. Some didn't even look at him, but quickly rushed past him to avoid a conflict with a maniac.

"Anyone!? You can use a gun if you have to!"

Then a sheepish-looking young man cautiously approached him. He was shaking nervously, fearful of what Sion might do to him. "Uh...umm..."

"You're going to be the one to kill me?" he asked, arching his brow.

"I think I know a man...who could get the job done..." the man stuttered.

"Who is he?" he asked anxiously.

"A man who works at a bar called Fate!" the young man answered.

"Where's that at?" Sion asked.

"It's located on Dog Street," the man stated.

Sion ran off at top speed without another word. (A bouncer... Seems like he would be an adequate challenge. After all, it is his job to take care of troublemakers and the like. I guess I fall under that category.)

After running along the dark, paved streets for about fifteen minutes, he found Dog Street. He searched carefully for the bar the man had referred to. Then he saw bright neon lights displaying the word "FATE." The lights were bright blue, with the "A" flickering on and off from time to time. He walked up the short flight of steps to the double doors made of wood. He paused momentarily and let out a heavy sigh. Then he slowly pushed open the doors and walked in.