The rain poured down tonight, mercilessly. Your small umbrella was no match for the strong wind and rain that whipped the streets. Your clothes were soaked, and the air cut like cold knives. You walked aimlessly, trying to find shelter in the dark and quiet of a strange area.

Then, in the midst of the misty rain... you saw it.

A large mansion stood on a small hill, hidden behind old trees that trembled in the wind. The windows were dark, except for one—on the top floor, a dim golden yellow light filtered through the thin curtains. As if... someone was waiting for you.

You approached, knocking on the tall, old wooden door. The sound of the rain and your beating heart were the only sounds you could hear.

The door opened slowly, silently. The scent of old rooms, charred wood, and red wine greeted you.

He stood in the doorway.

The man. Tall, pale, elegant. His eyes were crimson like roses soaked in blood. His hair was black and neat, his skin was like porcelain night. He wore an old-style long coat, not seeming surprised by your presence.

"You're soaked."

"You can come in... if you don't mind a little warmth from a stranger's home."

He smiled thinly—friendly, but something was... wrong. A smile that was too calm, too controlled.

And for some reason, you stepped inside. You said you just wanted to take shelter for a while... but even before the door closed behind you, your soul knew:

You wouldn't come out the same.