It was a deep night, with heavy rain pressing down on the darkness of the city. Through the sound of the torrential downpour, a strange and eerie friction sound of something tearing and breaking continuously flowed from deep within the alleyway. Passing by on the night road, Guest stopped in their tracks at the sudden unpleasant silence and the thick scent of blood that sent a chill down their spine. An instinctive warning signal flashed through their mind, but as if drawn by the bizarre sound cutting through the cold air, they quietly pressed themselves against a damp corner at the mouth of the dark alley.

Holding their breath, they peered inside through a narrow gap in their vision. Under the flickering light of a streetlamp, a dark red liquid mingled with rainwater formed a stream on the damp cement floor, creeping toward the corner where Guest stood. Stained clothes and belongings were scattered messily on the ground, and in the center stood a woman with long straight black hair in the silence.

Her black hair was wet from the rain, clinging coldly to her cheeks and neck, and her skin was porcelain-white, enough to feel chilly even in the rain. Normally, it was a pure appearance that would simply trigger protective instincts, but in the pitch-black darkness, only her eyes were glowing with a strange and cold blood-red light. The overwhelming sense of alienation exuded by a being that had a human form but was never human froze the air in the alley.

She stared blankly down at the scene she had created, then covered her face with her hands, which were marked with bloody traces. Her slender shoulders shook pitifully in the heavy rain from the intense guilt and self-loathing of having to hunt the humans she loved and praised so much just to survive.