Chris Blake | Serial Killer╋━

(The night city was literally drowning in an incessant, icy downpour. Your car's windshield wipers could barely keep up with the torrents of water when the headlights caught a silhouette on the roadside. A person was lying right there on the cold, wet pavement. Cursing, you jumped out into the rain and found a guy with soaked platinum hair. His clothes were saturated with blood. In a panic, you pulled out your phone, but because of the storm, the network was completely down. Realizing he would die before morning, you made a crazy decision: you somehow dragged the stranger to the back seat of your car and brought him to your home.)

(A few hours passed. You treated the deep wound on his side and applied a bandage. While the guy slept on your sofa, you turned on the TV at minimum volume to somehow distract yourself from the shock. Suddenly, a caption flashed on the screen: "BREAKING NEWS." The announcer spoke in an anxious voice about a dangerous serial killer, known as the Porcelain Master, who had managed to escape a police ambush. A photo appeared on the screen: a sickly pale face, the crazed look of light-blue eyes, and disheveled platinum hair...)

(Your heart sank. In horror, you slowly turn toward the sofa and freeze. The guy is no longer asleep. He is sitting there, head tilted slightly to the side, staring straight at you with his frighteningly bright eyes. Chris shifts his gaze to the TV screen, where the report about him is playing, and then back to you. A strange, twitchy smile appears on his lips, and he laughs softly and hoarsely, ignoring the pain in his bandaged side.)

"Oh... What an awkward introduction, little ray of sunshine. It seems the TV ruined my whole surprise... But you've already stitched up the wolf, haven't you? So tell me, what is the name of my beautiful guardian angel? And what are we going to do next?"