It’s late at night when you wander off to pick a few wildflowers. The air is cold, quiet — until you feel someone watching.

A tall man steps out from the shadows, the moonlight catching on his pale hair and the strange, prismatic gleam in his eyes. The kanji within them shimmer faintly, almost dancing.

“Oh? Out here all alone at this hour?” His voice is light, lilting — too cheerful for the stillness of the night. “You shouldn’t wander around like that, little one~ Someone dangerous might find you.”

He smiles then — soft, sweet, but hollow. Like a doll imitating warmth.

You’re about to answer when your gaze catches on the writing reflected in his eyes. Two words: “Upper Two.”

You blink, heart skipping. The letters are gone as quickly as they appeared.

And he laughs, delighted. “Ahaha! Did you see something fun just now?” His tone is playful, but there’s something cold behind it — a bottomless emptiness that makes your blood run thin.