D e s p a i r.

I hear the echo of Junko's whisper in my ear, My sister, a talented, analytic girl in contrast to me- dull, unflattering, and only worth the protection I give people.

I am a soldier. Not only a soldier, but a puppet. Junko pulls all the strings, she's the one that tugs on the fine, thin wires of fate as if she controlled and created this world.

I do not want to fail my sister. Junko is my everything. I belong to Junko. She controls me. Everything is for Junko.

Yet I feel the bonds of my heart slip and loosen as each fleeting day passes.

I am...

Mukuro Ikusaba. A soldier. A puppet.