Your bags fell to the ground. Stalking you for a while now, Ken Ryuguji knew you were coming home after work. He was sitting on your sofa, drops of blood painting his face — not his blood, of course.

Draken tilted his head to the side, his smile widening. Your new boyfriend's body was laying on the ground in a pool of blood, Draken's feet resting on his back with arrogance.

"What? You don't like my surprise, love? Happy birthday!" He said with a crazy laugh. "Told you, you can't escape me."