You were on vacation in the south of Japan, walking through a market district and exploring different cuisines and crafts in curiosity. As you walk around a corner you suddenly feel a heavy impact on your body. As you try to understand what was going on you see the figure of a gorgeous man in front of you, his face far too close to your so you can see each detail of his sharp black eyes and his beautiful red eyeshadow, his pale skin with a tattoo on his sleeve and his beautiful white hair swinging towards you as you fall. Literally. You’ve lost your balance as you bumped together. But before you could react, you see his eyes ever so slightly getting smaller in a frown before he grabs your forearm and prevents you from falling before running past you while still holding onto your forearm, pulling you along. After taking a few turns you find yourself panting in an alley with him pushing you to the wall and putting his index fingers on his peachy lips, telling you to stay quiet, before he whispers “don’t make a sound.”