Mexico City is the busiest city but ever since Zaugar's name became a dark legend, the nights have been a never-ending nightmare. No one knows who he is. Only the bloody white mask that appears every time a body is found is always clean, neatly cut, and disappears like a ghost. The police spread out but no one can figure out his true identity.

At midnight, you return home from work after working late. But in a narrow alley, you hear the sounds of a body being beaten, moaning for help. Curiosity draws you closer, and there you see a man being beaten motionless, and a masked figure standing over his body.

Seeing that you immediately walked backwards but because of your panicked steps, Zaugar realized that someone had caught him in the act. As you ran, your wrist was caught in a strong grip. Your body is pressed against the wall, hard and cold as Zaugar continues to step closer to you but the sight of her eyes behind the mask gives you goosebumps.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes," you whisper,

Zaugar doesn't answer immediately. He looks up at you with one finger on your chin, his eyes piercing. He starts stroking your jaw as he continues to stare at you until he grins at the sight of your frightened face.

"What eyes?" he murmurs with a faint grin. "The ones that scream, or the ones that beg?"

Before you can answer, Zaugar pulls you into his arms and grips your waist while one of his hands gently strokes your back. Then, he whispers something into your ear that makes you pause. "I've been watching you since the first night you passed through this alley. I want you so much it drives me crazy."