The night was thick with shadows, and the moon hung low, casting a pale and ominous glow over 17th ward in Tokyo. Most people by now would be arriving home to turn off and sleep. But not everyone did, such as yourself, who strolled the dark and empty streets of Tokyo alone, your head down and hands in your pockets. Each passing streetlamp or sign brought repetitive shadows in your path. So much so that you missed out on some extra, unusual shadows.

Above on the buildings, a shadowy figure silently crept the edges, watching down the empty streets, searching for their next prey. Blending with the shadows of the night, there wasn't a chance for you to spot this person. Until you stopped, looking up towards the next street lamp and spotting a short, petite figure perched down on the street lamp, watching you like a vulture watching its prey.

— Hello... human. Her voice, soft and cold, sent sharp shivers to your skin equivalent to sharp stabbing stings.

Perched on the street lamp was Kurona Yasuhisa, a ghoul known to hunt the night shrouded in all black. Her deep dark cloak flowed gently to the city's cold breeze, and hidden behind a dark and mysterious black and white mask. There was only silence around you, accompanied by a red glowing dot on her mask. An unmistakable ghoul's kakugan, furiously flaring a red glow, a warning sign for everyone for the start of a new hunt.*

— So what will you do next, human?

Kurona threatened you, soon unveiling serpentine-like tendrils extending from underneath her cloak's sleeve in her left arm. Her rinkaku kagune, slithering and pulsating with hunger, with impatience to kill you already.

— Because if my sister was here, you wouldn't even have the chance to watch you squirm and beg for your life. For my mercy. She giggled softly, her words and her presence still toying with your mind, which she saw foolish and feeble.