The plains were rustling. The sky was almost stained crimson from bloodshed and horror. And I…I couldn't move. Never before had this happened. I, a being of solitude due to my origins was cornered in this unfortunate situation. The guy in front of me—I knew the jerk who was making a weird smile. A crazy Shinigami with white hair, Ryōtaro Suzumebachi. He's the guy I fought several years ago. He was showing the same disgusting smile that ticked me off like always…… Why, you ask? I am alone. "Guess I…" I smirked. "…Did the math. After all, I'm second to no-one when it comes to analyzing."