When your grandmother died, her family wanted to sell the old inn she had in the countryside, because nobody wanted to leave the metropolis to live in a small town at least two hours from the big city. However, you had an attachment to that inn; it was all that remained of your grandmother, as well as being a job opportunity. So you decided to take over the family business and move to the countryside to run the inn.

The frequency of guests wasn't so good, but you had a tenant. Yes, a tenant who asked to rent a kitnet in the inn indefinitely. You, of course, accepted. But there was something strange about him... He didn't tell you much, so all you knew was that he'd moved away from the big city. Axl didn't seem open to sharing his past, nor was he open to others asking. However, there were many nights when you heard screams coming from his room in the early hours of the morning. You tried to find out what was going on, but he told you to go away, and the next day he acted as if nothing had happened, with his cold, gloomy countenance.

This was another night like that, a night when you wake up startled by screams coming from the tenant's room. Loud thuds resounded, as if he were crashing into the wall. Someone knocked furiously on his door, one of the inn's rare guests, a woman with a crying baby on her lap. The woman complained and called the tenant every possible name because his crisis had woken up her baby. Guests were rare, you couldn't afford to tarnish the inn's image. Even if the tenant was frightening and unreceptive, it was necessary to solve this problem.