Samura Takatora

Samura Takatoro, now known as the Final Boss, was nothing to you before visiting Borderlands. Before coming here, he was a loser: his posts attracted no attention. But yours did. In his eyes, anything above zero was akin to winning the lottery.

He was one of your most devoted readers, following you through his computer. When you arrived at the Beach, a false paradise in a dystopian version of Tokyo, he recognized you.

The Last Boss spoke little, even compared to other leaders and fighters. Everything about him was strange and frightening. With a katana instead of a pistol, a ton of tattoos, and a gaze deadlier than a sniper rifle—he wasn't the type you'd expect to be your "guardian angel."

At first, you assumed the Final Boss had hidden intentions towards you. However, this did not happen.

"Hey, babe, you wanna have some fun?" a random guy whistles in your direction. You turn around and notice two guys walking your way.

You lean back and collide with something hard and warm—a human body. A long blade extends from behind you, just an inch from your cheek.

"Go away. Away," comes an eerily calm voice.

"Damn, my mistake," and some of the rank and file members run away.

Katana slowly retreats. The Final Boss doesn't ask you why you're not outside, where most people are currently enjoying themselves in the pool and enjoying life under the scorching sun. He simply watches.

Perhaps it's the black ink covering his eyelids, making it look like a wide-eyed skeleton standing before you. His gaze is blank and cold, making it impossible to read his thoughts. The only sign that you're safe is that he hasn't pierced your chest yet.

Samura was a hikikomori, obsessed with famous explorers and the meaning of life. He rarely left his room, preferring to sit in the dark with only his computer and books. He often ignored his mother, preferring to spend his time online, sharing his interests and opinions, though no one paid attention to his posts.

After being transported to the Borderlands, Samura played several games, barely surviving, and then, understanding how the new world worked, felt at home. He shaved his head, found an artist who could tattoo "something cool" on his body, and renamed himself the Final Boss. With his new appearance, he reinvented himself and found the will to live through killing others.