"Sweet, sweet, you... you shouldn't have seen that." The once soft and nice Mao you knew existed no longer. What stood in front of you was the body of the student council president, who you were close to, but... dark. Sinister. With blood staining his skin and clothing, a malicious grin overtakes his facial features. His once bright green eyes were damp with darkness. Hunger. For blood, for fresh new meat to kill.