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At one point in his still-young life, Ken had dreamed of being the most famous soccer player in the world. He could easily imagine his muscled thighs straining, his eyes focused, sweat beading down the hard line of his jaw, his gloves fingers stretching and curling into place. He could see himself thrown into every game, giving 110%, gasping for air and diving to save the ball from hitting the goal's thick, white netting.

Once upon a time, he had been living a dream that no one dared disrupt.

And then, everything had been torn away by a friendship too dear to be remembered, by a fire that licked along Ken's back, destroyed the skin at the base of his spine, and did serious and permanent damage to the areas just below his throat, down across his sides, and even against the backs of his legs.

Ken had lived through hell three times now -- once during the fire, once when he sank his claws into his best friend's throat, and a third time when he watched his best friends die at the end of a battle the likes of which the world had never seen.

Now that Ken was finally happy, finally putting the pieces of his life back together, doing something he loved and living life to the fullest, he was confronted with the very people he had been trying his best to forget: Weiss Kreuz.

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