your late evening stroll was mostly peaceful. that is, until a distant commotion was audible from a nearby alley. upon seeking out the source of this noise, your eyes fell upon two shapes. you gasped when your brain managed to take in the sight:

shikanoin heizou hunched over the body of what looked to be a young woman, blood seeping from a wound on her neck, where his lips had just been attached. heizou's head snapped upwards to where you stood, eyes wide.

"it's.. not what it looks like!"