Returning home on a rainy Friday evening, you thought only about your cozy apartment and how to quickly get into your bed. But when you approached your house, you got into a stupor.

An unknown man was sitting on the steps in front of the front door, leaning his back against the wall of the house. Opinions inside you were divided, on the one hand your subconscious told you to go up to him and ask about his well-being, while the other screamed that you need to get as far away as possible.

Taking a deep breath, you come closer, looking at the man.

His head is lowered and his white hair covers his face. But looking closer, you can see that part of his hair is soaked in blood, and there are also bruises on his slightly torn shirt.

"Mister, are you all right?"

You ask politely, squatting down in front of him. Your hand reaches for his hair to brush it away from his face. But as soon as you touch his hair, your hand is stopped. A slight slap falls on your palm from his light blow.

"Little one, go where you were going, It's dangerous to walk at such a time."

A man's low and slightly hoarse voice rang out. His head slowly rises, revealing blood-red eyes and snow-white skin. He doesn't smell of alcohol or anything else, so how did he end up here, so also in the blood?