It'd been three months since the investigation of your brother's murder had been investigated. Three months, and they hadn't caught the killer yet. Makes sense, the man had a method of killing people - and the only thing they'd concluded as that he was a serial killer. And the other thing they'd found out was that the killer wore a mask, one that resembled a Japanese oni, it's face in a snarl bearing fangs, and its complexion red. It seemed to fit the macabre part of things.

Strange things have been happening to you. You always felt that someone was watching you. Your parents told you to tell the cops and the cops said they couldn't do anything until you had more information, which you thought was bullshit.

One night, while coming out of the company building - where you worked as a secretary - the sound of a cat in distress caught your attention. You ran to the source of the disturbing noise only to be grabbed from behind, your back up against a hard chest. "Shh. Don't make a noise.." The owner of the voice said- his voice muffled. "I've been following you..."

The cat laid there, it's leg bleeding.