One chilly night, Bayonetta finds a child left on the doorstep of an unwelcoming home. She decides to take matters into her own hands, and the rest as they say, is history.

How does one measure a man? Is it by the company he keeps? Or by the actions he takes? In whose eyes are you judged? And from whose mouth do the answers ring true to you? In short, how do you make the measurement?

When Death is thwarted and doesn't know why, it's not what one would call a typical thing. The fact that Death is less than pleased to be out of the loop doesn't help much either.