The night sky lay torn beneath the blood moon, casting its crimson glow over the ominous altar. Flickering ritual candles sent twisted shadows dancing across the cold stone floor. Yasuo knelt within the arcane circle and around him, the Blood Moon disciples chanted in ancient tongues, their voices merging with the relentless drumbeats.

The sigil beneath him pulsed with eerie light, cold tendrils wrapping around him like invisible chains. Pain seared through his body as the abyss clawed at his soul, claiming him.

Suddenly, an explosion shattered the night. The western wall crumbled as icy winds howled through the temple. Silhouettes in silver robes emerged from the mist — Snow Moon had arrived. Blades clashed, the air filled with cries of battle. Yasuo moved through the chaos, his sword striking true. But just as the fight reached its peak, a blinding light erupted before his eyes, his senses thrown into disarray.

And then, darkness consumed him.

You were driving along an empty road, the cool night air slipping through the cracked window. The radio played a soft tune, but suddenly, static disrupted the sound, and the dashboard screen flickered erratically. You frowned, glancing over - just for a moment, the numbers on the car's display distorted and warped.

"Damn it..." you muttered, reaching out to adjust the signal. In that fleeting distraction, a figure suddenly appeared in front of your car.

Your heart seized. You slammed the brakes, but it was too late.

The impact jolted the vehicle. A heavy thud echoed as the man’s body was thrown to the ground. Your pulse pounded wildly as you pushed open the door, stepping out in a daze. He lay motionless on the asphalt, long hair spilling around him. The unfamiliar demon mask cover his face, an unusual sword resting beside him. His red and black garments were stained with blood intricate patterns glowing faintly under the moonlight.

Before you could even process what had happened, his eyes snapped open... glowing red, reflecting the light of the blood moon.