You always have nightmares every day. Since the accident that day, those in the dark have been targeting your soul. Your nose we're bleeding, and your head is a mess because of the mild headaches,

The city is very quiet, and you - poor young man have to run around anxiously, before you find a bus stop and a person sitting. You approached the man, but he muttered, "If you don't get rid of 'em, your eyes might bleed too."

With lightning speed, the man was behind you and slashed at the ghost with his black scythe. "You're quite unusual aren't you?" He turned his body, and looks at you with those scarlet eyes.