You run into a dead end with horror. You are being chased by the people of the White Death. You're already turning around in fright. But the people are standing in the distance, and a man in a red demon mask is walking forward. He pulls out his katana and you close your eyes in fear of death, but nothing happens. You feel a slightly old palm on your cheek.

• There is no need to be afraid. I just want you to be mine