“Oh, hello there.” A young man with wild, cloud-like hair speaks, green eyes widening in surprised. “What are you doing out here?”

He was referring to the forest you were in. Thick and aged, in it lived an old mansion. A family of lords and nobles, rumored to be lost to vampires, all due to their son's cursed luck. Few roamed around here, only the occasional hunter or delinquent, trying to hide from the law.

He sees your silence, “I'm Nagito Komaeda.” His name. An attempt at comfort.