Prologue - Despair Behind Closed Doors Part II:
Hope's Peak Shopping Center.
It had come right back to Kai's memory once he found the crumpled up advertisement in his pocket. He had remembered coming to this place, solely for a lunch break. But everything that lead up to him waking up with Kenji, who he also couldn't quite recall, inside the pawn shop was a complete mystery. Trying to figure out what had happened left the mime artist with a minor headache and no answer to his question.
So instead, he spent time listening to the Ultimate Journalist ramble on and on as they moved down a large and wide pathway.
"Wow, Hope's Peak Shopping Center..." Kenji clapped his hands together, eyes glittering like stones as if he was a kid in a candy store. "It looks as magnificent as the high school funding it! Super stoked to get an article on this place!" The journalist started to take a pen and scribble a mess of words onto his palm in bright purple ink.
Kai arched a brow.
"Huh? Something wrong?" Kenji looked to Kai, before back down at his hand. "Oh, you're looking at my hand! I figured that since you'll be needing my notepad I may as well just use my hand to write my notes down on." He raised his hands bashfully as the boy tried, for the second time, to return his notepad. "It's fine, really! I do this from time to time if I run out of paper. Besides, you'll make better use of it, and I can just find another while we're here."
'Stubborn, but I will admit he's alright', Kai thought to himself as he turned his head to the left, staring at the occasional shops lining the walls. Much like the pawn shop, they were blocked off with metal shutters, so he figured they were currently inaccessible. Up ahead he could see what he could only guess was the center of the area, since there were other hallways branching off of it.
However, there was one question gnawing at his gut. 'Why is this place so empty...?'
"Hey, you alright dude?"
Kai was snapped out of his thoughts to Kenji waving his hand, the one he hadn't written on, in front of his face.
"You looked lost in space for a second there. Something on your mind?"
Kai grabbed his pen and paper.
"Why does this place look so deserted? Where is everyone?" He wrote down and showed to the journalist.
Now it was Kenji's turn to raise an eyebrow. "I thought we were just very early? Ya know, since the shops are all blocked off?" Then he pointed towards the closest shop, a sporting goods store, shutter and all. It was neighboring a men's restroom.
'Wait,' Kai thought otherwise, remembering there being a massive crowd of people when he arrived. They couldn't be so early to the point where everyone else wasn't here, because Kai didn't show up alone like Kenji was implying they had. ...it's just not adding up...
Kenji must have noticed the grimace that grew on Kai's face, and scratched the back of his head. "I know it probably doesn't make much sense, but don't shoot the messenger here. I'm just trying to come up with something. Besides, I'm sure if we look around we're bound to find someone here, ya know?"
BANG!
As if on cue, there was a sudden knock on the shutter behind them.
"Uwah?!" Kenji nearly leaped out of his skin as he launched himself backwards, startled by the noise.
"Hello, is someone out there?" Spoke a voice, a boy's, on the other side. "C-Could you let me out? Please?"
"I, uuuuhhhh..." Kenji looked at the shutter, clapping a hand to the back of his neck as a nervous sweat broke out.
If that's the hand he wrote on, his neck's gonna be so blue...
"There's some padlock in here, but I don't know the combination..." The boy stated. Both Kai and Kenji could hear the slight clinking of metal on metal as the padlock bumped against the chain. Combination, Kai scratched his chin as he flipped back to the page of the notepad where he found that certain number combination. '11037.'
"Hey, Kai." Kenji turned back with a whisper. "What about that '11037' thingy?"
'He must've had the same idea.'
With a nod of approval from the mime, Kenji turned back. "Hey, could you try the numbers '11037?'"
"11037? Um, sure, I'll try..."
There was a small rustle as the source of the voice fumbled with the padlock, and a small cheer as the lock hit the floor. With that the chain was also removed and the shutter was raised, and the boy on the other side walked out with a grin on his face. Almost instantly he had grabbed Kenji by the hand and pulled him in a half-hug, slapping the journalist on the back.
"Thanks a lot there, dude! I kinda woke up locked in here, but I'm glad ya came by to help out!" The boy beamed.
"Ah, well you're fairly welcome. My friend and I woke up in the same situation. It makes me wonder how many more are like this." Kenji nodded, looking down and around at the other locked shops. "Fortunately we have the combination, all thanks to Kai Shiguro!" He presented him like he was a priceless artifact.
"I didn't write it down, though. It was in your notepad where I found it." Kai wrote down, shoulders raised in a shrug.
"Well, regardless, it's great we have that." Kenji chuckled. "Anyway, you are?"
"Oh, are we doing introductions? Alright!" The boy placed his hands on his hips. "I'm Shun Tetsudai! I'm the libero for my high school team! Oh, and the Ultimate Libero, 'cuz that might be really relevant to our situation."
SHUN TETSUDAI
ULTIMATE LIBERO
Shun was a noticeably shorter boy compared to both Kai and Kenji by a few inches, with a lightly muscular frame and rounded face to boot. He looked more like a small child opposed to a high school student deserving to be called an Ultimate. Two bright, orange eyes looked at them. There was a single bandage across the bridge of his nose, and several around his fingers. His short, brown hair was pulled up in a duck-tailed style.
His outfit consisted of a plain white t-shirt, with orange and blue arrows crossing over diagonally across it, above a black long-sleeved undershirt. In addition, he wore a pair of black exercise shorts over matching sports tights, and orange sneakers.
"No way..." Kenji's eyes slowly widened, glittering like diamonds under the light of the brightest star imaginable. "THE Shun Tetsudai? I am seriously meeting the Ultimate Libero, for real?!"
"Woah!" In a heartbeat Shun's hand was firmly grasped by the Ultimate Journalist, shaking it a million miles a minute.
"It's super nice to meet you! I'm Kenji Yonezawa, Ultimate Journalist! Oh man, this is great! I NEED to get an inside scoop of you when you have the time! You have no idea how much I've been wanting to interview someone as great as Shun Tetsudai!"
The boy had let out a rapid barrage of statements that Kai found difficult to track. At the rate he was shaking Shun's hand it looked like it would pop off at any moment. It was only when Shun started to pull on his arm that Kenji let go, still as visibly eager as ever.
"Ah, thanks for the compliments, dude." Shun chuckled bashfully, scratching his cheek with a slight pink glow to his cheek. "And I'd be down for an interview once we get time to!" He gave a toothy grin and flashed a hearty thumbs-up.
Kai rubbed the heel of his shoe into the tiled floor beneath him. 'Feeling a little left out over here...'
The sports student seemed to notice the mime artist. "Ah, I believe Kenji said you were Kai Shiguro, correct? Talent?"
Kai fumbled a bit with his notepad as he etched down a response. The page was becoming clustered with all the writing's he has been doing. "I'm afraid I don't really have an Ultimate Talent. But I am a mime artist."
"Hm..." Shun cupped his chin as he read Kai's message.
Kenji laughed a bit, with a shake of his head showing doubt in what the boy had written down. "Say it all you want, I'm certain you could be the Ultimate Mime Artist!" He then playfully punched his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm sure that given the chance Hope's Peak would scout you for sure! I mean, we are in Hope's Peak Shopping Center, so I say this could be the time you show the world what you're made of!" Shun agreed.
Kai's cheeks blushed a soft red.
"We should be looking for any others here, right?"
The realization must have hit Kenji like a ton of bricks, as his smile faltered to a straight line. "Oooh, right..." He tugged his collar. "We really should get to that, shouldn't we...?"
"D'you need any help?" The libero asked. "I'm good at lotsa things! Mostly dodging, receiving, avoiding bullies, not faceplanting, not bumping into people, choosing the right types of bandaids…" And then he started to ramble, listing more miscellaneous special skills he had as he counted them on his bandaged fingers. "After all, we are friends right? Right?... 'Course we are! ...Right?"
Kenji chuckled. "Of course. Let's go!"
'Well, may as well get a move on...'
At the end of the massive corridor was a large food court, an octagonal room of various small restaurants and eateries surrounding a plentiful array of tables and chairs. In the closest corners were a men's and women's restroom, while three more equally large pathways stretched out from opposite sides to other parts of the building. There was also a glorious stone fountain in the center. A stone statue of a siren was pumping crystal-clear water into its chiseled basin.
But what drew the most attention was the large skylight in the center. Or at least, what looked like one.
Where large glass windows that would allowed light to shine brightly on patrons as they ate their meals was sealed behind a thick metal plate, held firmly in place with large nuts and bolts.
"That's...not a pretty sight to see..." Shun said as all three boys looked up at the seal.
"Hm..." Kenji hummed to himself, once again covering his hand in notes with his ink pen. Kai peered over the journalist's shoulder. His whole palm was covered in blue writing, so much so he had moved down to his wrist and across his own forearm.
And then came another attempt to return the notepad he was given. 'If this keeps up his body will be painted blue.'
"Huh? Come on, Kai. I said you could keep it." He slowly pushed away the hand offering the paper to him. The boy's eyes squinted, and he instead pressed the paper into the Ultimate's chest.
'Take it.'
"Alright, fine. If you're insisting so much." Kenji puffed out his cheeks with a huff as he took the notepad, and then opted to write onto the pages rather than his own skin. Kai smiled a bit.
"Hey." He heard Shun call out to him, and he turned to see the libero staring at him. "If it's alright to ask...why are you so quiet? N-Not that I mean harm in asking, 'cuz I'm just curious is all. Is it, like, staying in character, being a mime artist and all?"
Kai bit his lip as he looked down at the smaller boy. Now realizing he gave away the notepad to Kenji, who was now investigating the shops while furiously scribbling down onto the pages. He rubbed the back of his neck. 'How do I put this...? Not like I could actually TELL him.'
"Oh, it's fine if ya don't wanna tell me, Kai. I understand completely, and it isn't my business to pry into." Shun seemed to read his expression, and only let out a nervous chuckle as a small bit of sweat beaded on his forehead. "Sorry about that."
BANG!
Everyone jumped as the unmistakable sound of fist against metal echoed across the room.
"What the fuck?!"
BANG!
BANG!
Kenji sprung into action, running up to the source, an ice cream parlor. "Hello?" He looked afraid to ask, given the rather aggressive tone of the voice on the other side. "Um, do you need help?"
"No, I'd love to stay locked up here." Then came a sarcastic comment. "Of course I need help out, dumbass!"
"E-Eep! A-Alright!" Kenji's hand shook as he nearly dropped his notepad. "T-The number combination is 11037."
There was an awkward silence, the only noise being the rattling of chains as the number was put into the combination lock, followed by the shutter being lifted from the floor, revealing the boy trapped behind it. His eyes were glaring daggers at the three other boys, now all focused on him.
"What? What the hell you looking at, huh?!" He snapped, arms crossed over his chest.
"Um, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Shun suggested, feeling as if he may have made a mistake in asking.
"What's in it for me?"
"Huh?"
"It's called equivalent exchange." He said. "I give you information and return, you must give me something back. Is that not how life works?"
'Didn't we just help you out of being locked inside that shop?' Kai scratched his head in confusion.
"Tut tut. What a disrespectful little punk." Came a female voice from behind the mime artist.
"Huh?! Who the hell said that?!"
"Me, silly!" All eyes were now on the female figure who stepped down from the fountain, wearing a playful, innocent smirk on her face. "These three boys help you from being trapped by the enemy, and all you have is negativity? Can't even introduce yourself. How sad." She made small 'tsk' sounds, shaking her head with her hands on her hips.
The boy gritted his teeth, face cross with annoyance as he stared at the newcomer. He scoffed as he turned to the side. "Kei Fukai, Ultimate Hawker."
KEI FUKAI
ULTIMATE HAWKER
Kei was taller than Shun, but still shorter than both Kai and Kenji. He seemed to match Shun's small, child-like physique with his thin, mildly muscled frame and rounded face. Electric blue eyes rolled at eye contact with any of the other four as his hands scratched at his head of messy, dark grey hair. There was also a distinct mole at the left side corner of his chapped lips.
Kei wore a black, hooded sports jacket over an average red-collared short sleeved shirt. His lower half was dressed in matching exercise pants and a pair of dark-colored running shoes. There was a leather belt bag around his waist. On his left wrist he wore an antique watch, and on the right a golden bracelet with a noticable heart charm. Both of his ears were pierced, with simple hoop earrings with a silver coloring.
'Something about that name seems familiar...' Kai looked at his shoes in thought, trying to wonder where he had heard that name before. 'I think I may have bought something from him before...'
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" The girl teased with a half-mocking, half-cheerful tone in her voice.
"Oh, you little..." Kei growled, making his rather long canines stand out.
"Hee hee, such a stubborn brute. Rude, too." She giggled, batting her lashes at him.
"Tch, whatever. I'm out of here..." The hawker huffed as he prepared to storm off, marching off towards the closest corridor.
"You don't want to come with us?" Shun asked.
Kei looked over his shoulder. "You want me to join you? What's in it for me? Are you gonna give me money? Information? If not, get out of my face." He then continued, vanishing from eyesight in just a single minute.
"Jeez, what a jerk..." The volleyball player sighed.
"Oh don't worry about him. You three need to think more positively, so don't dwell on people like that." The girl dismissed the topic with a wave of her hand.
"We haven't properly introduced ourselves, have we?" Kenji was quick to change topics away from Kei, now intent on the girl as he scribbled in his notebook. "I'm Kenji Yonezawa, the Ultimate Journalist." A quick peek over his shoulder showed that he was listing the names of all he's currently met, Kai included.
"Shun Tetsudai, the Ultimate Libero!"
The girl bowed courteously. "Yaya Kyūyū. I'm the Ultimate Grandmaster. Charmed, I'm sure!"
YAYA KYŪYŪ
ULTIMATE GRANDMASTER
Yaya was a short, slender girl that was the smallest of the group. She had a very light perplexion, contrasting with her dark grey eyes that stared intently at them, emphasized by thick eyelashes. Partly braided into a crown hairstyle resting over straight bangs, her dark brown hair reached to her shoulders.
She wore what seemed to be a schoolgirl uniform consisting of a grey sweater over a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, as well as a black plaid skirt. She also had on black stockings reaching up her calves, and a pair of white, uwabaki slippers.
"Ah, and who may you be?" She was now addressing Kai. His eyes moved over to Kenji, since he was the one with the notepad. 'Maybe I should be regretting giving that back...'
"Hm? Not a talker? Come on, don't be shy. I don't bite, or maybe I do. Who knows?" She put a finger to her chin with an innocent smile.
"He's Kai Shiguro, Yaya." Kenji spoke up.
"Aw, here I was hoping he would tell me..." She pouted a bit, puffing out her cheeks. "Well, what's his talent?"
"Uh, we call him the Ultimate Mime Artist." Shun pitched into the conversation.
"Call him?"
"Well, he claims he isn't an Ultimate, only labelled as one by fans."
Yaya rubbed her cheek with her hand, nodding slowly. "I see, I see. Well, for the sake of fairness, I will address you as one. I would hate for you to be the only non-Ultimate in a group of talented students."
'Should I take that as an insult?'
"Anyway, it is nice to meet you, Kai." She offered her hand, and the mime hesitantly shook it. "So, everyone else here is an Ultimate, I suppose?"
Kenji shrugged. "I mean, maybe? So far Kai is the only non-Ultimate here."
"I'm sure everyone else is locked up, though..." Shun rubbed his shoe into the ground. "Wait, how did you get out, Yaya?"
"Get out?"
"Yeah, all of us have woken up locked in one of the shops. Kai and I in the pawn shop, Shun in the sporting goods shop, and Kei in the ice cream shop. Where did you wake up?"
"Oh, I woke up at the reception desk back there." Yaya turned and pointed past the fountain, where a large booth next to a large map was stationed. "I woke to you three and Baby Face arguing." She giggled at her own nickname for Kei.
"Baby Face?" Shun stifled a small laugh of his own.
"Yup! Figured I may as well think of something cute to call him, after all!"
'Shouldn't we be looking for the others?'
Kenji seemed to have read Kai's expression. "Shouldn't we get to work finding the others that may be here? Chances are they're awake and looking for rescue if they're locked up..."
"Ah, of course. But where to next, Kenji?" Yaya asked, looking around.
"Well, we came from down there..." Shun pointed to the hallway the three boys had explored. "We didn't hear anymore knocking come from down there."
"We could always explore the next one." Kenji said. "With Kei roaming around, he could let anyone that may be stuck out if we missed them."
"Maybe after he empties their pockets first, 'cuz of, well you know." Shun rolled his eyes.
"There's no harm in exploring more of the area, you know." Yaya shrugged. "Come on, let's go!"
Faster than any of the three, specifically Kai, could react the grandmaster had taken the boy's hand and led him down the next corridor. Kenji and Shun exchaged puzzled glances before following.
BANG!
The group of four had hardly made it past the next shop before the familiar sound of hand-smacking metal echoed across the hallway, which attracted them to it like moths to a flame. This time it seemed to be a gym. The windows, or where they would be, were blocked off with shutters of their own, so they couldn't see whoever was on the other side.
"DON'T FUCK WITH ME!"
"What the...?" Kenji started.
"I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE! AAAAAAA-"
"What-?" Shun followed.
BANG!
The clash was much louder as the screen rattled, as if the boy on the other side threw his entire body into the shutter.
"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!"
BANG!
BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The screen continued to rattle and shake as it came on the receiving end of a barrage of punches from the other side.
"What even is going on in there?" Kenji, Kai, Yaya and Shun all exchanged looks of confusion.
"Whatever it is, he seems to be having fun. Even if it is...not working." The grandmaster pointed to how the shutter, despite the amount of punches it was taking, wasn't going to fall off. Even so, it was riddled with a fair amount of dents from where it was struck.
"KAMEEEEE...HAMEEE..."
'What is he even saying?'
"HAAAAAAAA!"
Nothing happened. All they could hear was the boy quietly muttering about 'it not working' and how he 'will make it work someday.'
"Um, hello? Do you need help in there?" Kenji had asked as he tapped lightly on the shutter.
"Oh!" The boy responded with mild surprise. "Uh...heh...that'd be appreciated..."
"Alright. The code to your lock is 11037."
In seconds the lock was undone and the shutter was raised. "Hey, thanks for that! I'm sure if you hadn't come around I'd have to reach my final form to break out!" He pumped his fists together with a cocky smile.
"So, what was that, anyway?" Yaya was first to ask.
"Eh? You don't watch anime?" The boy looked as if the girl had struck a nerve.
"Oh, I have seen an episode or two, but what I meant was what was up with...that?" She gestured to the dents in the shutter, which kept it from completely closing. Anyone Kai's height would need to crouch slightly to avoid knocking their head into the sheet of metal.
"Ah, that. Well...just imitating some of my favorite animes, ah hehe..." He folded his arms behind his back, his face glowing a hot red.
"Dork." Yaya chuckled softly, in a not-so-insulting manner.
"A-Anyway, what's up? Junpei Takishima, Ultimate Personal Trainer here! Looking for a quick and efficient workout, I'm your man!"
JUNPEI TAKISHIMA
ULTIMATE PERSONAL TRAINER
Junpei, true to his talent as a personal trainer, had a incredibly fit and taken care of physique. He was around Kai's height, complimented with a light brown complexion and toned muscles, as well as a rounded yet chiseled face. His hair was a mess of dark brown curls that threatened to creep into his baby blue eyes, behind a pair of black sunglasses. There was also a distinct, swirling tattoo partially visible on his left shoulder.
He wore a white short-sleeved shirt that appeared too tight for his fit frame. On the back, thanks to Junpei turning around to flex his muscles, Kai could see the black and red outline of a dragon, as well as the logo for "Dojo Dome." He also had on a pair of black track pants, blue lines running down the sides. A silver chain necklace hung around his neck, while a red and white beaded bracelet and nameplate bracelet rested on his left and right wrist, respectively.
"Hey, I've heard of you! I did a news article over Dojo Dome a year back, an oustanding place!" Kenji beamed, after writing down Junpei's name and talent into the notepad. Kai checked.
"I think I read that argument a while back! I'm guessing you're Kenji Yonezawa?" Junpei grinned, firmly gripping the boy's hand to shake it.
"Yup, Ultimate Journalist in the flesh!" Kenji proudly shook his hand. The personal trainer laughed.
"I'm Shun Tetsudai, Ultimate Libero!" Shun beamed as Junpei turned to face him.
"Hey, I've heard of ya! Believe me when I say you've got game, as expected of an Ultimate!" The boy grinned as he slapped Shun on the shoulder.
"Yaya Kyūyū. The Ultimate Grandmaster, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet ya as well!" Junpei smiled bashfully, before finally turning to Kai. "And you?"
'...'
"He's Kai Shiguro. He's the Ultimate Mime Artist."
'No. I'm not.'
"Ultimate Mime Artist, eh?" Junpei smirked, much to Kai's dismay as he looked back with an expression of distaste.
'I appreciate the flattery, but I'm not an Ultimate Mime Artist. Thanks, but no thanks.'
Junpei raised a brow. '"Not much of a sociable guy, are you?"
'Not really, no.'
Kenji must have decided this to be time to return the notepad, but not before tearing out the page he was writing on. Kai accepted it, albeit a bit reluctantly. But seeing as he took the page he was listing names on before giving it back, his expression softened.
'At least he's not going to mark on his hands again.'
"Sorry, but I'm not a talker." Kai scribbled down before presenting it to Junpei.
"I see..." He nodded in understandment. "But I do hope we can get to know each other!"
Kai wasn't really paying attention as the four continued to speak to each other, blocking out most of their conversation as a new thought came to mind. He wanted to slap himself for only dwelling on it now.
'What is going on here?'
"Hey, Earth to Kai!"
He looked up to Shun calling his name, for what he guessed was a long while. "You seemed like you were focusing on something, we've been trying to get your attention for a while now."
Kai blinked.
"Something on your mind?"
Kai went to work putting everything on his mind onto one tiny paper. By the time he was done the page was covered in ink from top to bottom. He presented it to the others.
"Am the only one who thinks something strange is going on here? I mean, we all are waking up locked up in shops, the skylight in the Food Court is sealed by metal plating, and we haven't even come across ten people in this whole place. I remember there being a large crowd of people when I arrived, so where is everyone? Something is going on here, and I really am not liking it."
There was a long silence that felt like an eternity to endure as the four read his message, when in actually it was only thirty seconds. Thirty seconds of silence.
"Now that you mention it..." Shun said quietly.
"Does anyone remember what happened? People don't wake up locked behind a metal shutter with no memory of what happened, right?" Kenji added.
"No...it's all really fuzzy over here..." Yaya scratched her forehead. "I'm drawing a blank."
Junpei, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed. In fact, he only seemed more fired up. "It's going to be alright! Trust me guys, nothing bad is going to happen to us!" He puffed out his chest, like the hero in an action movie. "I swear to it, on my samurai headgear and armor!"
"You sound so sure." Yaya replied, now in a more serious tone.
"Well!" Junpei opened his mouth to speak, but only closed it back when he couldn't think of something to say.
"Regardless, we may not be the only ones here. It's best we continue looking for whoever else may be here." The grandmaster continued. "Let's get a move on."
Time to be frank here, did not expect to make such a long chapter with only four introductions. Trust me, I planned on introducing seven here, then have the last seven introduced in what was going to be the final part of the Prologue. My only problem is that I didn't want to present a massive wall of text to read, and currently I'm deprived of ideas, so I decided to end this here.. Hope this isn't going to be a problem, and that you enjoyed it for what it is.
I would also like to show the full cast for Despair's Shopping Center!
Males:
1. Kai Shiguro - "Ultimate" Mime Artist. (TheÜbermenschWriter)
2. Kenji Yonezawa - Ultimate Journalist. (TheÜbermenschWriter)
3. Anzu Murano - Ultimate Cashier. (PainX65)
4. Junpei Takishima - Ultimate Personal Trainer. (Prince PokéPersona)
5. Tetsuro - Ultimate Roboticist (Shyjoker)
6. Kei Fukai - Ultimate Hawker (AmaryllisGreen)
7. Noritaka Fukuyo - Ultimate Thief (Abitat Eco)
8. Shun Tetsudai - Ultimate Libero (KISL)
Females:
1. Emica Ogasawara - Ultimate Police Detective (HeroOfTheEmblem)
2. Chouko Kobayashi - Ultimate Art Therapist (OnlyTruePotterhead)
3. Yamine Ichiro - Ultimate Mortician (ChaoticMercy)
4. Sana Kasai - Ultimate Acapella Singer (Prince PokéPersona)
5. Asumi Okudaira - Ultimate Chemist (SanityRequiem)
6. Yaya Kyūyū - Ultimate Grandmaster (vahh0)
7. Ichirin Takigawa - Ultimate Jeweler (TheRoseShadow21)
8. Miori Kido - Ultimate Chainsaw Artist (Orlando Butler)
Anyway, I'll be seeing you all in Part III of the Prologue. Ciao!~