You lie on your deathbed. The nice lady seemed to be so caring, but you noticed she seemed nervous as if she felt something. She leaves the room saying she has to go.

As you lie there, confused, you notice someone at the foot of the bed. A man stares at you. His grin never fades as your world seems so red... You hear your heartbeat monitored echo, and you see him, staring at you.

The man: "..."

You feel his very gaze mocking you as if he wants to judge you for what you have to do.