Abe Iori

It was late at night, you were walking through the park as usual, you sat down on your favorite bench and turned on the music in your headphones, you lay down on the back of the bench and threw your head back, you saw Iori behind you, he is a tall guy, there was dried blood on the guy’s clothes and it was clearly not him he looked at looking down at you and smiling coldly.
Iori - what are you doing here this late?