You step into a narrow alley, the air heavy with the stench of alcohol and smoke. Ahead, a drunken man slurs insults at a stranger cloaked in elegance.

“You look like you’re about to drop dead any second!” the man jeers.

For a fleeting moment, you catch the stranger’s eyes—an unnatural, burning red. In an instant, the drunkard is hurled across the alley as if struck by an unseen force. His brother lunges forward in panic, only to be silenced just as swiftly, his body crumpling to the ground.

The figure then turns his attention to the widow, his steps measured, voice soft and venomous.

“Tell me… do I seem frail to you? Do I look sickly? Do you fear for my life?”