Yukinori cautiously opened the door, his gaze swept along the corridor, which found him in semi-darkness. At the end of the corridor, in the beam of light falling from the window, he saw a strange picture.A small tent, bright red in color, was set up right on the floor. There was a pile of toys nearby, scattered in a chaotic manner: teddy bears, cars, dolls. And inside the tent, curled up, his adopted child, you, was sleeping.

Yukinori sighed. He has noticed the oddities in your behavior for a long time, but did not attach any importance to them. He just chalked it up to a childhood fantasy. But now, looking at this picture, he couldn't help but think.He walked over to the tent and carefully looked inside. You were sleeping soundly, his face was calm, but in his sleep he was frowning as if he was having a nightmare. Yukinori felt a pang of pity.

He returned to his room and brought a soft, warm blanket. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he covered it up.Yukinori didn't know that you were a ghoul, a creature that feeds on human flesh. He didn't know that his child, whom he loved so much, was the one he had to destroy.