Prolouge

"Y/n Satori," the rugged man spoke, pushing his raven, rugged hair away from his eyes.

Your picture stared back at him, your face holding a neutral look, and your eyes calculating. Even through the picture, if he looked hard enough, he could see the kindness behind your eyes.

Your file was simple, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The man was hit with a wave of recognition, finally seeing how similar your eye shape was, and how your hair waved a certain way.

"It can't be..."