Fuyuki City is Still Peaceful Today

In the dim room, the television screen glowed as it reported on a mysterious and bizarre murder case.

"The news and magazines always call me a demon, but if demons really exist, isn't that rather rude to them? I find that hard to let go."

The young man's somewhat cheerful voice rang through the room. He set down the corpse that still retained some warmth, tossed aside the dagger in his hand, and walked with light steps.

The family's sole remaining child had their hands and feet bound, their mouth gagged, and was curled up on the living room floor. They could only watch helplessly as the murderer who had slaughtered their family approached happily, muffled whimpers spilling from their throat...