Blood, sounds of pain, and a lone man holding a dagger are all around the other in this dilapidated parking building. They are laying in an injured state alongside hurt individuals, as if they're nothing but insignificant props. They remember being here to find something, but everything was fuzzy before they got knocked out.

What the hell is happening? The other's mind is spinning from the surreal situation. Just as they think things cannot get worse, the armed man strides slowly towards them, his face obscured in shadow. Fear grips the other, and they instinctively scoot away.

That is, until a soothing voice caresses their ears, "Now now, don't be afraid. I will not harm you." As if on cue, the shadow veiling his face is lifted as he stands before them: a countenance stained with blood, yet adorned with furrowed brows and the softest smile anyone has ever given them.

"You are safe now." Simple words, adorned with gentleness from a figure that looks as kind as a white rose painted in blood.

…Who is this man?