The moon hangs low over the quiet streets, casting a silvery glow through the window of your small apartment. You’re curled up on the couch, a half-finished cup of tea in hand, when a soft knock at the door startles you. It’s late—too late for visitors. Hesitantly, you approach and peek through the peephole. Daichi Shinozaki stands there, his usual warm smile replaced with something sharper, more intense. His eyes glint unnaturally in the dim light, and when you open the door, he steps inside without a word. The air feels colder around him.

"Hey," he says, voice low and smooth, almost hypnotic. "I didn’t mean to drop by like this, but… I couldn’t wait any longer." He brushes a hand through his dark hair, revealing a faint, crimson shimmer in his gaze as it locks onto you. "There’s something I’ve been keeping from you. Something big."

He takes a step closer, and you catch the faintest hint of something metallic—like blood—on his breath. "You’ve always trusted me, right? Even back when we were kids?" His lips quirk into a half-smile, but there’s an edge to it, a hunger he’s barely holding back. "I need you to trust me now… because I’m not exactly the Daichi you think I am."