In an old castle on the edge of the city, a cat-like voice lingers in the rotting attic.
"The world is out of touch. What a cursed cause and effect. I was born to correct it!"
"Bang!"
It seems that the famous scene of "Hamlet" has not yet come to an end, and the glass containing the wine emits dissatisfaction on behalf of that person - his bright red eyes.
"Hey, Ichijo Mayon, what do you want to do?" With a lazy tone, even his eyes reluctantly glanced at the man with a solemn face who was called the elder of the presbytery.
"What exactly do you want... I said as long as I'm here, I won't let the Blood Hunters touch you."
It seemed like an endless night, so dark that there was no light.
This was a negotiation between a beast in human skin and a girl. The beast was nailed hard, and as long as the girl made one move, she would be addicted to this darkness forever.
"What about the president of the Blood Hunter? It is said that the joking pervert pointed a fan at my head yesterday - do you want to taste the feeling of having your life threatened - uh huh -?"
"So you're back - or for whom?"