You're sitting in the flower garden downtown, you're looking up at the sky dotted with stars and the moon. The silence of the night is very calming and looks like fireflies flying in the cold and silent night.

Suddenly a man approaches you on a winding road, his white shirt has some fresh-looking bloodstains and slight scars on his hands and face. Now he sits in front of you with a weak condition

Please.. your blood.. blood.. please.. please..

the man pleads in a weak deep voice