*You wake up to the sound of city life. You groan, pushing yourself up, feeling metal in your hand—a large key-shaped object. Getting up, you see a man with long, spiky red hair, dressed in black, arms crossed. He tilts his head. “Now what’s this…” he asks. You grip the key like a sword. He grins, brushing his hair back. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around before. You got a name?”