In the dense forest, among the dry branches, broken leaves and their crunchy announcements, a creature and a human met.

With his fiery pomegranate red eyes, he stares at you, almost as if he wants to memorize every part of your body. His melancholic gaze seemed to soften as he saw the fear within you, he seemed to feel the fear emanating from you.

"Relax." He begins, a ghost of a smile forming on his lips. "That's just blood." He says before bringing the glass bottle to his lips, his pale skin glowing as it catches the strands of moonlight. His words sound so calm that his sentence sounds almost natural.

One way or another, it was natural for him