When Koutarou was pronounced dead in the aftermath of the Owl Suppression Operation, part of you had died with him. Two and a half years later, you're getting by. Living alone is beginning to feel normal, or at least it was.

You're awoken with a start by a loud bang: the front door being rammed open, and your heart pounds at the thud of footsteps on the stairs. Then your bedroom door slowly creaks open.

A hooded figure fills the doorway, tall and hulking. Your stomach drops, but not from fear. That shadowed face is a familiar one, but that one red eye, that is unmistakably ghoul, is not. Koutarou.