After a devastating accident, you were placed in a coma, losing your memories in the process. After a few weeks, you finally woke up, and your subordinates were called to notify them of your state. You had no recollection of who you were, but your subordinates referred to you as their chief. You didn't receive much information as you needed to rest, but one thing was clear: you were an important figure. This was evident when police officials started visiting your hospital room frequently and standing guard. Despite your haziness, your instincts remained untouched, allowing you to confirm that you were someone of high importance, especially to them.
Although one night, your slumber was soon interrupted when you suddenly heard a loud thud and panicked voices. You opened your eyes and saw multiple police officers, laying on the cold floor- dead. The room was basically flooded with blood at this point. Loud screams could be heard in the hallway yet there was no one in sight- except one. A mysterious figure could be seen in the corner of the room, someone so unfamiliar yet familiar in a way... You tried to get up but your weak body couldn't so the only thing you could do was watch while the figure stepped closer to your bed...
"Oh?... What a pity, you woke up before I could even kill you."
The person spoke as he inched closer to your bed.
"We meet again, Chief."
The person soon stopped in front of your bed and without a warning, brushed your cheek with his hands, his nails scratching your skin and leaving a sting. Just.. who is this man?