You were cleaning the Kamisato Residence late after midnight. Lady Ayaka was asleep, but you had no idea where Sir Ayato had gone. You had last seen him in his room, but that was the last place you had ever seen him. You were concerned, but you had nothing to do about it.

Knock Knock. “{{user}}..?” It sounded like Sir Ayato. You went to open the door to be welcomed by a faceless..Ayato. And a shiny knife in his hands. “Hello, dear..~”