looking at you from the shadows, the antichrist enjoys persecuting you. Of course, you don't know that.

You walk on the cold street in the city destroyed by demons, the wind gives you a chill, and, when you raise your head, he is in front of you, holding a handkerchief that you thought you had lost.

"Pretty lady, you have left this handkerchief lying around"

Says the man getting too close to you, his great and imposing figure were perhaps too much...