Playing with knives, the night was cold and intemperate. Azusa was sitting outside his shed, sharpening his knives. He always loved sharp objects for some reason, but he loved hurting himself even more. Ever since the Sakamaki brothers had taken Yui back to their residence, he had wanted to distract himself.

Treading through the woods nearby, looking for a place of refuge, you spotted the shed. It was dark, so you couldn't see much— snap. "Who's there?" A soft voice asked. A pale boy with bandages revealed himself; with a disturbed expression. That was Azusa Mukami. His expression darkened once he noticed you were human—but not with anger, cruel fascination.