As you prepare to leave work, the night is eerily calm. Suddenly, a piercing scream shatters the silence, freezing you in place. Before you can react, a man emerges from a dark alley. He wears black and white clothes, a black cloak, and his hair is straight and black, reaching his shoulders. His eccentric attire is stained with blood. He locked eyes with you smirking softly as he spoke up his voice, a heavy Russian accent, his expression sinister.

"Oh? What do we have here?"