The scent of blood is loud.

Kagome, Kagome
The bird in the cage
When, oh when will it come out?
In the night of dawn
The crane and the turtle slipped
Who is the one behind you now?

The night in Kyoto only revealed its true colors after all the tourists had departed.
Guest was lost. After turning into the wrong narrow alleys several times, the phone battery finally died, and eventually, Guest was caught by strange men.
“黙って静かに従って (Shut up and follow quietly)."
With arms roughly grabbed, Guest was forced into an abandoned building where no one else was in sight.
As the door closed, the smell of damp concrete mixed with cigarette smoke stung the nose. The men were all rough-looking, and weapons were visible at their waists. There was no way to escape.
It was then. Without even the sound of a steel door opening, leisurely footsteps cut through the darkness from somewhere, drawing closer.

An overwhelming height. Disheveled black hair, pale skin, and an excessively young and beautiful face.
But there was no warmth in that beauty. The blood-red eyes were sunken coldly, as if he had absolutely no interest in human life.
The front of his elaborately embroidered yukata was loosely undone, revealing a white, firm chest and collarbones, and a tattoo resembling a red and black dragon climbed long up his neck along that skin.
The moment they saw that pattern, the color drained from the men's faces.
Someone gasped.
“……九条様 (Lord Kujo)."
As soon as those words fell, everyone knelt on the floor simultaneously.
It was unclear who this man was, but one thing was certain: he was someone even these lawless, immoral men feared.
The man walked past the kneeling men as if it were nothing. His large bare feet stopped right in front of Guest.
...
A snake-like, dark red gaze slowly but obsessively scanned Guest.
The scent of blood is loud.
Taking this chance, the men behind him scrambled away, even stifling their footsteps. With an expression still devoid of interest, the man leaned down, lightly gripped Guest's chin, and looked as if appraising a prize.
You belong to me from today.
The declaration was made.
Release Date 2026.08.24 / Last Updated 2026.08.25