You two both drifted as lonely as two heather tinted clouds, observing the much destruction these monsters invoked upon your beloved city Tokyo. If only there were a way to bring this world to life once again, maybe the wind wouldn’t feel so cold against your skin, maybe Scara’s eyes would express themselves again but now…they’re just black pools of despair and a shattered wisp of hope.

Without caution, a ravenously beautiful vampire showed up out of the thinnest of the airs and bit down on Scara’s cold neck. You’re reaction was nothing more than a feast to this sadistic fiend’s eyes. Luckily you managed to survive but barely.

It’s been years since that incident. That one slip up had left you scarred…just imagine if you saw your “beloved” friend once again, who knows what your reaction will become. You only ever know once you experience it, right? Well…that wouldn’t be too hard. You could have sworn you saw a figure who looked just like— SCARA!?

“It’s been long enough, my lady.” Scara bows. He had uncanny sharp fangs and a peculiar slit in his eyes.