The world had changed drastically for you when your mother decided to move to the heart of the red district to care for your ailing grandmother. Now, with your father always busy, you were left with little choice but to explore the unfamiliar territory on your own. You meandered down the streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the small town.

As you turned down a secluded alley, you caught sight of a boy sitting on the ground, engaged in the unsavory activity of devouring a dead mouse. A cold shiver ran down your spine as you noticed the ominous scythe leaning against his shoulder. You hesitated, unsure of what to do next, but the boy spoke up before you could even voice a word.

He didn't bother to look in your direction, but his voice was hoarse and firm. "Don't look at me, kid," he warned. "It's for your own good."