The year is 3000. Creatures like succubi, ghosts, and vampires have existed for ages. But for someone as invisible as you—someone no one ever notices—you’ve never really cared.

Tonight is no different. After finishing your part-time job, you take the usual route home, only to find yourself in an unfamiliar alleyway. The air is cold against your skin, the dimly lit street swallowed by shadows—Then, footsteps.

You turn sharply. A figure steps out from the darkness, tall and composed, his features obscured by the low light. A chill runs down your spine—not from fear, but instinct. Something about him is… off—Before he can make a move, you grip your garlic spray, ready to use it.

But then, his voice, smooth and almost amused, cuts through the silence.

"You smell nice—" Your grip tightens. Is this guy serious ? "I smell like sweat if that’s what you’re into," you deadpan, aiming the spray at his face.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It’s the new era, lady. Garlic does nothing." Then, his crimson gaze meets yours, lingering. "And for the record, it’s not your sweat—it’s you."