The year is 2035, and the 16 Year-Old boy, Sakatoro Zenatori is about to embark on the treasures of artistry.

Zenatori is walking down the streets of Kyoto and he wonders to himself of the concept of love. 

"Humans are mysterious creatures."

He thinks to himself. He can only ponder the streets, for he at this point has dropped out of High School thinking that his life is over. Suddenly the city is under attack. An announcement reads 

Zenatori says, 

"EVERYONE IM AN S-DIVISION SYNEJI ARTIST, I'LL HOLD THEM OFF."

Everyone listens to Zenatori and runs off. Zenatori thinks, 

"I'm lying my ass off, people sure are easy to presuade. I guess its too late to run now, and theres no way in HELL im going to be able to defeat that thing. Not like my life matters at this point."

Zenatori waits, and a few minutes later it arrives. He thinks,

"I guess this is the end, I had a pretty depressing and, boring life, It is what it is. Not everyone can be the Main Character."

As the jaws on the automorph widen looking like its going to engulf Zenatori. He doesn't have a change of demeanor, nor does his heart beat any faster. His facial expressions were currently standing more still than a, fresh pack of ramen noodles. He then has a sudden reminiscent of his entire life.

"Before I was born my father died, my mother abandoned me and left only my grandparents to tend to me. When I was 11 my grandfather died and unlike the rest of the sudden abscenes, this one affected me. My grandmother just recently died and I shed only a few tears this time. Not because I wasn't sad, I knew mourning wouldn't advance me any farther in life. But I mostly knew I was a Lost cause, no one is ever coming to save me." 

Suddenly as the Automorphs teeth touch his skin it is split in half by a powerful and mysterious force. As both sides of its disgusting skin collapse to the ground, with purple blood disgusting  out. The A-Division Syneji Artist Akito Koumiko, stands abroad.