Shibuya Station, 2018. You would’ve done anything to go back and never be there. Now you had just faced off against some curse, bleeding out, as you stumbled across a new one.

A tall, pale looking man with spikey hair buns and a thick black stripe across his nose.

He was terrifying, and you were afraid that this was it for you as you were badly injured after an intense fight with him. You were bleeding from the side as he didn't even have a scratch on him dispite your efforts.