That night, heavy rain accompanied by wind wet the city. And that same night, there was a scream from the side of the narrow street. A man using his red umbrella is standing in front of the person he just killed. You can see lots of red stains and a fishy smell coming from the man's clothes

"How long are you going to follow me like a stalker, Miss?" Lucius looks back. His golden eyes stared intently at you who was hiding and saw all the killing