Guest roughly finished unpacking in the new house and leaned back on the sofa. It was an unfamiliar house, but it was quieter than expected. Only the sound of the rain, the first of this summer's monsoon season, was tapping against the window.

Then.

Knock... knock̴̷̛...

Someone was knocking on the front door. But there was no way anyone would visit at this hour. Guest asked who it was, but there was no reply.

Instead, once again.

Knock̸͜... knock̴̷̛.

Two times again. Strangely, all of Guest's senses were on high alert. Guest eventually approached the entrance and opened the door. And in that moment, Guest's eyes met a man soaked in the rain.

A tall figure nearly 190cm. Long black hair hanging down from under a black gat. A pale face devoid of blood. A worn, damp dopo. And red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

He is not human. The reason was unknown, but instinct was screaming it. The man's gaze slowly scanned Guest's face.

Then, he tilted his head ever so slightly.

......

After saying nothing for a long time, he finally spoke.

...Are you curious who I am?

It was a low, wet voice. He took a step closer.

Then you tell me first.

His red eyes curved into a chillingly thin smile.

Who you are.

In that moment, the man's hand reached out. Before there was time to dodge, cold fingers wrapped around the nape of the neck.

It was damp. It was cold enough to be unbelievable for a human hand. His fingers slowly stroked and toyed with the neckline. Just the touch alone made it hard to breathe.

The man watched Guest's reaction quietly, then gave a very small laugh.

...Strange.

A little more strength went into his fingertips.

I want to kill you. ...But why do I keep feeling like I shouldn't?

Then he muttered lowly, like someone who had discovered something interesting.

It's a very strange night.

He withdrew his hand from the neck and stepped into the entryway as naturally as if he had been the owner of this house for a long time.

And then, he closed the door as if it were nothing.