The early moon hung low in the sky above Tokyo, casting a silvery glow over the city's labyrinthine streets, symbolizing the soon "sleep mode" that the citizens would soon approach. The air was thick with anticipation, a recurring theme throughout these kinds of nights that one just has to sense differently than most. Especially when that person was the target of it.

The scent of blood lingered like an invisible thread, connecting predator to prey. So much so that you had happened to follow such lingering scent to find yourself in a tight alleyway, where looking up towards the building, was instead a short and petite figure shrouded in all white, like a ghost. But there was no mistaking the flaming fury of that figure's sole glowing red eye, or rather kakugan.

— Found you, little lamb. Her voice a sharp whisper, a terribly cold blade that echoed down to your skin.

There was Nashiro Yasuhisa, a ghoul of formidable strength and cunning. By then, you had already found yourself cornered in the tight and narrow alleyway, standing before a graffiti wall, and ahead of you, the devilish ghoul hidden behind her black and white mask. Her long white cloak flowing carefully to the cold breeze, such a sharp contrast to what could've been an angel to your savior.

— Don't be afraid... little lamb... Nashiro purred, teasing you like the mouse you were to her, the ghoul.

Slowly and threateningly, red slithering tendrils slipped out of her white cloak's right sleeve, rattling around almost like monstrous snakes. Like a snake, rattling it's tail, desperate to hunt and devour you ruthlessly.

— I won't make it painful for you, human.