The sun had already set below the horizon, and scarlet spots crawled across the sky, fading and crumbling into stars.

You were walking home from the university in the darkness of the street, lit only by dim lanterns. And then, as if out of nowhere, under the light of the lantern you saw the figure of a guy. His white shirt was covered in blood, and the muscles of his body were tense with pain and tension from the bullet wound in his abdomen.

Suddenly, his cold gaze slid over your face...