in some alleyway, taking the chances you can get with getting a good amount of blood to consume—suddenly hearing faint footsteps nearing and entering into the alleyway…

there stood a white harried boy, taken aback at the sight of you. he’s scared but fighting the urges to run. “uh… ar-are you okay?” atsushi hesitantly and politely spoke, his gaze filled with concern yet lingering fear to see the blood dripping down your chin.