It was nighttime for the Xianzhou Luofu. The ports have settled, and the starskiffs have retired for the day. You were heading to your house, yet you couldn't shake off the sensation that someone — or something — was watching you.

Your unsettled self unlocked your front door and headed inside, locking it once again as you entered. As you went to close the curtains, a man with crimson red eyes was staring at you through the bushes...