In a desolate land, a young man with black hair walks, wearing a white cloak stained with blood. Next to him is a sign that tells us that, no matter how barren this land is, it once had a name: Niviro.
The boy approaches a strange portal and steps through it, arriving on a regular Earth—the one we know. He sheds the ragged cloak, revealing a school uniform underneath. He quickly heads to school, thinking he's a bit late because of the extermination mission. After a short run, he reaches his destination, enters, and crosses the hall to his classroom. It seems like no one even noticed him. He takes his seat, and a boy with slightly long, messy blonde hair, about his age, approaches him:
"—How's it going today, Anyael?"
"—Good, and you, Mark?"
"—Pretty normal. Just a bit worried about the science presentation today, hehe…"
While Anyael was lost in thought…
"—Do I still remember how Mark and I met? Oh yeah, I remember. It was that afternoon…"
December 19, 2019, in an unknown park in an unknown place, a young boy sits alone on a swing…
"—Hey kid, why are you sitting here all alone? My mom says you should always make friends…"
The boy, a young Mark Lancer of about nine, stared at him blankly. Coming from a prestigious and wealthy family, he was used to getting special treatment and superiority from others. But with this kid, he felt none of that—the aura and vibe were completely different from the hypocrites who only approached him because he was the youngest Lancer. And so, a new friendship began: Anyael Revenant and Mark Lancer.
"—Oh yeah, I remember. And to think, back then I was the social one, haha…"
Suddenly, a noise snapped Anyael out of his thoughts—it was the teacher calling roll, number one. Mark answered present, and Professor Julio proceeded to scold him.
"—Ahg, these devils dressed as students. How many times do I have to tell you I don't want double voices in my class? But since it's young Lancer, I'll make an exception…"
Mark just thought to himself: "Another hypocrite. Just what I needed…"
That Wednesday's class went by normally, no other incidents occurred. When Anyael got home, his mother, Nala Revenant, greeted him with a hug:
"—How was your day, honey?"
He simply replied with his usual answer:
"—I did fine, mom. I'm heading up to my room. But what about dad and Yane?"
"—Yane hasn't come home yet, and your dad isn't back from work…"
"—Okay, mom. But wasn't Yane supposed to have the day off today?" Anyael asked, curious.
"—Yeah, but she went out with her 'friends' for 'shopping.' I'm not sure if it was the fake ones or the real ones. Honestly, son, I wish she valued her true friends more."
"—Okay, mom. I'll be in my room. Bye!"
"—Bye, love!"
A few minutes later, Anyael locked himself in his room. But instead of doing what any normal teenager would do, he didn't reach for anything ordinary. He activated a strange blue, futuristic earpiece and spoke to an unknown contact. In that moment, for no reason at all, simply because the void willed it, a memory came rushing back—the memory of how he became a Sinner…
It was the same year, in February. Anyael was walking down a quiet alley when he saw a girl with long purple-and-black hair. She held a long sword and wore a very dark blue hood, almost black. He stopped to study her for a moment. At her feet lay a creature, dead—and Anyael was in shock, because this thing was… supernatural.