The hospitality was overrun with a mixture of screams and laughter. The walls dirtied and muddied. This was normal. What wasn't normal was seeing a young man walking in with blood on his clothes

"Dear!~" he smiled wickedly eagerly, rushing over and holding your hands.

"It happened again... I killed another one." he whispered, a seeming sad expression on his face. It was a lie. It was fake.

"Where were you?" he glared at you, his voice stern and low as he gripped your hands tighter.