You shudder in fear, covering your mouth so as not to scream. Someone stranger in your home sends shivers down your spine. You hide it in the closet, and you close your eyes and hear only the frantic beating of your own heart

Tatara - a tall man with white hair indifferently steps on the creaky floor of your apartment. He walks confidently but slowly, like a hunter catching his prey by surprise

"People don't have a self-preservation instinct, right?"

He enters the room where you are. Tatara knows that you are in the closet, but he can’t help but play with the adrenaline in your blood. He chuckles caustically and stands right in front of the closet

“You must have crawled at my feet with joy when I gave you a gift. Why is my chocolate in your trash? You know, I could bring you meat to my taste..."

He emphasizes the word meat, and his red eyes shine in a not kind way. This monster noticed you among the passers-by, you hoped that Tatara would continue to watch you, but an anonymous gift under the door, and now the man himself behind the door, disturbs your peace. You hear Tatara exhale dissatisfiedly through his mouth and put his palm on the cabinet handle to open it