Prologue before everything gets fucked by kayaba.

His last memory before the emptiness took over was him surrounded by his squad and his surrogate son.

"I... I've... always... hated it. I hated myself, who only ever stole from others... I feel like I was finally... able to leave something behind..."

It was a good death, objectively speaking. Surrounded by your loved ones, as they gave their respects. The beautiful white flowers beneath the bowels of Cochlea was a nice touch. Darkness danced on the edge of his vision and death's jaw snapped on his heels. He touched the face of his son as tears began to drop.

Arima had succumbed to his death soon after.

Birth was a curious thing, he thought. He thought it was somewhat inefficient. Letting a small thing like a child siphon off nutrients from you akin to a parasite leaving you with less was quite queer. It was nature's way of doing things, he supposes. This was just his two cents; 'On the outside looking in'.

Here in the dark, the sound of doctors and nurses assaulted his ears. He could only think of a questioning thought. Did Hirako bring medics? He thought otherwise, he was already dead. On the last straw of his accelerated life. He'd probably only live for a couple of more weeks before succumbing to death. It would have been pointless to bring him back. He made a move to dissuade them from treating him, but he was surprised that it was cramped. He couldn't seem to move his limbs. Strange.

He felt it. This force. A push into one direction. A rhythmic push. And so, headfirst into the unknown he was pushed by this force. Maybe this was god's work? Maybe he was pushing him into the edges of his kingdom unto the fiery pits of hell. Where people who only took resides. People like him. How fitting. He was satisfied with this. He will not resist.

…

For the second time in his life, as the flesh walls gave way and light broke through the dark, his head peeked through the opening of a genital tract.

What?

"Can you say Auntie? Can you say Auntie?" Midori cooed at his chubby cheeked nephew.

All she got was a questioning "Bouh". He'd been a month old now. She had asked her sister to look over little Kazuto, god knows they deserve the break. They were reluctant at first, seeing as she was also dealing with her pregnancy. She countered that she and her husband would be glad to help them.

"Consider it a gift." Her husband added. They had finally relented, and little Kazuto was theirs for the past two days.

"Come on, Kazuto. Auntie~ Auntie~"

A laugh this time. At least she finally made the baby laugh…

She heard the buzz of their doorbell and two knocks. It was 10 AM, Monday. Her sister was early. Walking towards the door, Kazuto on her arms. "You know, you're pretty early-"

Twisting the doorknob, she pushed open the door. "You're supposed to enjoy your day off—"

Standing outside her home were two men in police uniform. A chill went down her spine.

"W…What happened?" She braced herself fearing the worst.