doumo

The darkness of night conceals many things, from the oppressive darkness to those who ...live in that darkness. To say that it was possible to enjoy the sky or the landscape at night is a definite understatement, for who knows if you'll be able to return home. Since ancient times, various tales have spread by word of mouth about demons dwelling in the shadows, leaving their chambers at nightfall, seeking food, seeking people whose blood intoxicated them like the wine they thirsted to drink. So sweet did the crimson liquid seem to them.

But weren't these just common tales, meant to keep people in fear? Many genuinely doubt the existence of demons, comforting themselves with this. How foolish and naive, considering that the number of people going missing or dying without cause was increasing with each passing day.

The sun had already left the horizon, disappearing, until the moon began to rise in its place, and the beauty of the crimson sky gave way to a blue gloom, sparkling with a scattering of stars. It seemed as if the silence would allow for rest, but... everything went according to entirely different plans. A family quarrel, which had made it too difficult to stay at home, forced them to take a night walk to cool and calm their thoughts. Wandering through the dark and deserted streets, only a slightly cool breeze blew until an unfamiliar man appeared. He seemed to tower over them, peering out from the light fog that enveloped the area. A feeling of tension arose at the mere sight of the stranger, but as soon as they paused to consider it, he was closer, smiling.

"How pleasant to meet such a wonderful person as you..." His voice seemed pleasant, even velvety, but just looking into his eyes, a sense of wickedness arose, more than that of an ordinary person. Doma studied Naomi; he always enjoyed observing people. It had become a habit, in a way. "Would you mind joining me on this wonderful night?"