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Daisuke found a strange woman in front of him, brigning with her a strange mist. "Oh, snap, not this again..." he thought.

'Daisuke Katayanagi. 21 years old. One whose flesh is bound with metal.' The shound of chimes ringed all around them. 'Do you not tire of fighting? Tire of settling your disputes with violence. Do you think the God you trust so much would appeciate you harming his other children?' A feeling of relaxation washed over everyone in the mist. 'You should go to sleep, Daisuke. Put down your weapons and just rest for a moment.'

He thought about it as she said. He was born and raised in the harshest part of the world. He trusted himself from the day he gained his own mind. He counted on no one, loved no one, cared for no one, and received passion and caring from no one. His life was filled with misery, and fighting was his only release of these thoughts. Plus, if there was anything he would hate in this world, it would be someone using his beliefs against him.

"If you know that much about me, then you would know this," Daisuke said, his fury building up, "I trust only two people; one is God (he turns his hands into claws), the other one ain't you..."

He slashed the woman in front of him, and that's where it hit him. While he was escaping, he remembered similar beings facing him, and they worked for beings called "Hexians." He knew it right away, whoever turned him into thismonster he was now, whoever is tricking him again, whoever is fighting him, they were Hexians. He had plenty of experiences with them.

"I...don't...need...to...REST!!!" he roared, constantly hitting her with his claws. He tried to focus on a memory, one that was powerful enough to make him focus his energies on doing good. He did it before, he could do it again, "My flesh was not bound with metal...until YOUR people did this to me!!!"