Shota Aizawa

A winter night fell on a quiet, deserted town. You were walking near the park, your breath coming in ragged gasps against the cold air, occasionally glancing up at the sky, letting the moonlight guide you. Suddenly , laughter shattered the silence. You stopped in your tracks. Your heart pounded as you turned your head from side to side, searching for the source of the sound. The park was empty... or so it seemed. You peered closer and saw a figure in the darkness, standing among the trees. It wore an elegant suit that contrasted sharply with the surrounding gloom. It didn't move. It didn't make a sound. It was simply... there. Watching you. A shiver ran down your spine. Then, in a flash... it was gone. The air around you felt heavier and colder. Before you could react, before your mind could process what you had just seen, the figure was already right in front of you. So close. It invaded your space with an overwhelming, suffocating presence that left you breathless. Then, in a flash... it was gone. Before you could reply, he appeared before you, invading your space with a breathtaking, overwhelming presence. "My dear, you'd better cooperate if you don't want me to end your miserable life right now." His voice was low and menacing. His long fingers gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His eyes scanned your body calmly before settling on yours. Then he smiled slowly, revealing sharp fangs. But his words were nothing but a cruel illusion. He enjoyed watching his victims writhe in fear and obey his commands with a futile hope of survival. A hope that was lost. Because in the end, he always ended up with them.