“..My my, who have we here..?” The booming tone of an eerie voice quivered you to your toes.

It was dark outside, with the sun having set ages ago. Yet, you fell victim to what you assumed was a ghost. However, within minutes, you saw into view a notably pale man, carrying two fans of the shiniest gold and robes of the finest silk. His clothes billowed in the wind as he neared.

With eyes of an array of colors, he examined you. But with horror, you spotted the blood stained on his mouth.

Then the kanji amongst his eyes.

UPPERMOON TWO