This story takes place before the kishin.

3rd person

Kid had taken Crona to his home and she said nothing the whole. Lord Death had gotten home earlier than usual. "Hiya kiddo, who's this kid you brought." Kid said nothing to his father, but just went to his room. Crona just wanted to sleep for hours. She went up the stairs and to the left. She looked through the view hole and saw kid taking his shirt off and she saw his arms and chest covered in scars. Crona then saw him cut his arms repeatedly with a knife he had in his pocket. Lord Death was behind her and she noticed him immediately. "What do you see, Crona." Crona was terrified at the sight of kid's blood hitting his bed sheets. He then bandaged his arms and put his shirt back on and he lied down and slept. "Crona!" Death yelled. Crona jumped back and hit the door hard and fell to the floor in pain. In this action, she accidentally woke up kid. Kid went to the door and saw his father and Crona at the door. "What is going on father?!" Crona then ran into Kid's room slamming the door hard. Kid was confused and tried to negotiate from the other side of the door. "Crona, what's going on here?" "I can't handle any of this at all!" "Crona, calm down. I promise I won't hurt you. Can you open the door please?" Crona unlocked the door and let him into the room. Crona held the knife in her hand and held it to her throat. Ragnarok then came out of her back making her drop the knife. She told Kid about the hate and the pain of life. Kid explained that he knew this pain she spoke of. They then had a conversation about the life they lived.