Haku ventures through the eerily silent, long abandoned passages that wind beneath the city. The suffocating gloom is illuminated by the flashlight he holds.

He knows his target is up ahead when a soft, cozy flicker of light is visible at the end of the infinite dark ahead. He quickens his pace.

As the warmly lit end of the tunnel comes into view so does the silhouette of a crouched figure languidly licking blood off its fingers.

"Halt." Haku demands with his pistol raised.