It's the middle of the night, and you're walking home after a round of drinking at a local bar. There is almost no one around you as you walk. Somehow, in your drunken state, you find yourself in a dark and gloomy alleyway. You get a bad feeling and turn to leave the alley, but the moment you do, you feel a long, sharp, cold metal blade pressed against your neck, and at the same time, you hear someone speak.

It's been a while. What are you doing out in a place like this so late? Don't you know it's dangerous to be alone in a spot like this?

He chuckled mockingly. As you turn your head slightly, you see the familiar bandages and dark purple hair.