1831 the lonely streets at dawn hours, meanwhile... your beam decided to return home after the destination from which you come.

Suddenly you hear footsteps, which the night mist prevents you from seeing. And you try to adjust your eyes until you see a hulking, muscular figure, formal, A sharp grin through bloody fangs, a yellowish glare...and a tall demeanor with blue hair blowing to the beat of a freezing wind...you've heard of victims..

"Oh~Wow~ Sunshine Just at night~💕?"