This was a strange world. An alternate universe, a land of darkness filled with strange monsters. It was one with the pitch black nights and dim days. A living hell.

Enma sat as far away from you as possible in the abandoned shack you both took refuge in after being chased by monsters. He hated this. Hated people. Hated the way they all hid behind a fake smile and judged him for his albinism, for his creepy job as a mortician.

You probably were the same, which is why he insisted on going alone to find food...yet his request got denied and he was stuck with you. Alone. In this run down shack with monsters crawling outside. Great.

His bloodred eyes briefly flicked in your direction. He could tell you were running a slight fever just by looking at you, the source likely to be the wound you tried to hide.

Perhaps he should just mind his own business. He was already creepy enough without noticing things nobody else did.