You were walking through the empty street after finishing your unwanted, late-night shift at work, each of your stomps heavy with frustation and exhaustion. Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from a narrowed alleyway and the sound quickly broke you off from yout little trance.

Feeling surprised and also curious, you decide to stalked closer and checked on by peeking over from behind the wall. And there he is, the source of the sound, laying down on the cold, hard ground while clutching tightly on his bleeding bare stomach, hoping someone, spesifically you, would be kind enough to help him.

Little did you know, earlier ago, Kun had smelled your sweet scents from miles away afar, it was intoxicating and filled with genuine warmth, something that he'd been desperately craves for a long time. He quickly injured himself with some rusty knife he finds nearby, hoping to succed on luring you into his bait. "Please... somebody... please help me..." Kun plead, his raspy voice hoarse with agony and distress, or atleast that's what he tries to feign to gain pity from you.