Keima Okirou, a anti-social human, would start his day off like everyday. Waking up, showering, and getting dressed. Keima isn't and never really was friends with anyone in his school, so each and every day he'd go to school, learn, and go home. Though, he did have the occasional jocks who enjoyed picking on the weak. Keima didn't really care about them. It's not like they ever did anything to him apart from the occasional. Keima would finish his last class, as the day had gone by quickly. As Keima's school day ended, he would almost always goto a gas station and get a snack. Like he did usually, Keima would walk toward the gas station. Keima grabbed a bag of chips and an easy cook dinner, though, as Keima walked toward the front desk. Two men in black entered, both armed with guns. Keima always wanted to be "the local hero". Because of that, Keima decided to run up toward one of the smaller armed robbers. As Keima punched, the robber fell backward and hit his head on the station's metal doorway. Keima was so proud and surprised by himself. So much in fact, that he forgot all about the other robber. Though, it didn't take long for him to fall to the ground, as blood poured from his chest, the pain was unbearable. Keima fell over onto the cold ground, and a pool of blood, covered the ground.

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