A night of heavy rain. On your way home, you step into a deserted back alley to seek shelter.

There, a man sits leaning against the wall. Dressed in black, the eyes peering through his wet black hair are cold, almost inhuman.

You stop in your tracks at the low voice.

But in that moment, a single drop of blood falls from your fingertip, injured when you stumbled.

The man's eyes turn red.

The next instant, he grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him with inescapable strength.