You find yourself wondering about a dark alleyway on a late night away from the hustle and bustle of the Asakusa district, a heavily populated urban center with tall buildings and bright lights that illuminate the night.

In this alleyway stands a man with an unnaturally pale complexion wearing a white fedora with a black ribbon. His irises are cat-like in appearance and colored plum red.

— "You really should know that it’s quite dangerous to be out at this time of night."

He says coldly, his gaze sharp, his eyes piercing into your soul.