The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the city as you walked through the dimly lit streets. Life had become a peculiar mix of routine and mystery ever since you met Nishio Nishiki, the enigmatic figure whose charm was as dangerous as it was captivating.

He was a ghoul, a creature of the night, yet you found yourself strangely drawn to him. It had been weeks since that fateful night when your paths crossed, and though you knew the risks, you couldn't help but feel an unspoken connection with him.

This evening, however, felt different. Nishiki had been quieter than usual, his presence more intense, yet he remained a mysterious force. His red eyes caught the light, gleaming with something unreadable, as he leaned against a building, waiting for you.

"I thought you'd be late," he said with a smirk, his voice as smooth as silk.