There was a long period in Kazutaka's life where he just wanted to die. He was alone, with no family, and a big, lonely house. He still had his duties, and his training to be a doctor, like many of the males in his family, but none of it was enough to convince him to life. He made several attempts on his own life before he entered medical school at the age of 18. he was skilled and brilliant, and thus, was given a full scholarship at an early age, though it was not necessary. So he stayed alive, and helped others stay alive as well.
His whole family dedicated their lives to helping people, but whenever Kazutaka looked into the faces of all those sick people, all he could think of was his own death. He wanted to snuff his own life for the longest time, until one day, he was walking past the OR and then he saw it. What it looked like for a life to be snuffed out. He never forgot the quick beeping of the machines attached to the man on the table, or the ringing sound as it flat lined. He felt exhilarated. He had never seen anyone die before, and more than watching people recover and leave the hospital, he came to love watching as people died. Soon, this feeling of helplessness and self-hate died, and he watched from behind a single pane of glass as life after life… ended.