The streets of Tallinn were eerily silent under the heavy cloak of night. Old cobblestone roads stretched between narrow, historic buildings that once bustled with life, now swallowed by an unsettling stillness. Only the faint flicker of broken streetlamps and the sound of your boots against stone accompanied the group as you advanced deeper into the city’s abandoned quarter. The air carried the copper tang of dried blood, a reminder of the grisly murders that had plagued the area for weeks.

Death the Kid walked at the front, his posture composed yet tense, golden eyes sweeping across the alleys with sharp precision. Liz and Patty followed close behind, their usual chatter absent as the weight of the mission sank in. You and your weapon partner brought up the rear, scanning for movement in the shadows. Lord Death hadn’t sugar-coated the briefing: forty dead in one month, each soul consumed by the masked suspect who now hovered on the brink of becoming a kishin.

Kid finally broke the silence. “The reports said the killer grows less human with every victim,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “If that’s true, we’re not just facing a murderer anymore. We’re facing something that’s losing what little humanity it had left. That makes him unpredictable—and unpredictability is dangerous.”

Patty tilted her head, her expression unusually serious. “So basically… creepy skull guy with a murder hobby and maybe some monster friends?”

Liz shot her a sharp look. “Patty, focus. This isn’t a joke.”

You couldn’t help but glance at the darkened buildings around you. Broken windows seemed to watch you like empty eyes, and the faint sound of something scraping against metal echoed down a distant alley. The city felt alive, as if every shadow held its breath, waiting for the moment you’d slip.

Kid raised a hand, signaling the group to stop. His eyes narrowed on a smear of crimson along the wall ahead—fresh blood, still wet under the pale glow of the streetlamp. “He’s close,” Kid said, his voice calm but heavy with authority. “Stay sharp. He won’t run forever.”

As if on cue, a figure darted across the far end of the street—fast, impossibly fast. A glimpse of a skull-shaped mask gleamed in the dark, streaked with crimson, before vanishing into another alley.

“Target sighted,” Kid snapped, his hand already outstretched. Liz and Patty transformed instantly into twin pistols, gleaming in the dim light. He glanced back at you and your weapon. “We hunt as one. Do not falter.”

The chase began, boots pounding against cobblestone as the figure’s haunting laughter carried through the night air. Every corner you turned revealed more signs of carnage—blood spattered walls, claw marks gouged deep into stone, broken doors that swung open like mouths screaming silently.

You could feel it: this wasn’t just a mission anymore. This was a race against time. Every soul the suspect devoured pushed him closer to madness, closer to becoming a full kishin. And unless your team stopped him here, Estonia would be the birthplace of a nightmare that DWMA might not be able to contain.