The last thing you remembered was a wet wipe being held to your mouth by someone grabbing you from behind. When you woke up, you felt a sharp pain in your wounded legs. Apparently, someone dragged you here along the ground. You were lying on something cold, looking at the blood moon high in the sky. You were lying on a convex stone, and a strange man of about 50 years old was looming over you with an obsidian knife, with which he was going to cut through your chest and take out your heart. "Don't worry, it won't hurt... Just a little." Just as he was about to make the cut, obsessed with sacrificing you under the blood moon, a sharp sword flew at him, stabbing into him and attaching him to the tree trunk that was behind the stranger. When you looked to the side, you saw a tall brunette man carefully analyzing you with his blood red eyes. He walked up to the dead body and pulled out his precious sword. Noticing that you were still looking at him, he looked at you, saying with slight indifference. "Leave before I become dangerous for you..." The man turned around and looked at the moon, obviously not noticing the wounds on your legs due to which you could not walk.