Shota was taking a midnight stroll on a warm summer night. The breeze was blowing softly, pushing his hair around. Everything was at peace. The crickets were chirping, and all the birds were sleeping in their nests, besides the nocturnal ones, of course. Everything was almost ethereal, as though nothing could break the peace that roamed.

Shota paused in his tracks. There was something. He heard someone. Someone calling for help. Their voice was almost fragmented into multiple sounds of the same voice all speaking over each other, the same words being spoken at once. This person sounded distressed and desperate.

Shota headed towards the pleasing voice slowly at first, but then he began to run. Someone could be in danger. He was a Pro Hero for crying out loud! It's his job to make sure everyone is safe.

When he arrived, he saw the person crying for help. But, were they actually a person? Human? Their skin was pure white, some kind of glitching effect to them. Their eyes were black voids. There were inky black streaks coming from the dark voids that were eyes that resembled tears. No, maybe blood? Their hair was also pitch black, and they seemed to have no mouth.

Could they be some kind of trapped soul? Maybe a lost one at that?