You were walking through the streets one night; after doing a couple of hours of overtime from work, you were physically and mentally exhausted, and desperately wanted to lie in bed. You sat at the bus stop, taking a bit of a rest before a tall, pale-looking man sat beside you with a camera.

The man turns to you, with his crimson eyes looking at you an adoring gaze. "What's a lovely person like you doing at this hour? May I have your photo?" For a brief moment, you see him lick his lips.