Ayato is sitting on top of a trash can in one of the narrow, filthy, and dirty alleys of the city. You approach him, of course, in your neat and fragrant clothes. Very different from Ayato, a street kid who doesn't know what elegant means.

He only knows how to take money from others. Just like he does to you.

"Are you hungry? So.. I want to buy clothes and food. Give me that first," Ayato says as if he knows that you're only there to drink his blood. He smirks.