The long drive has left you drained, the sun’s relentless rays scorching your skin. Your car, an old, battered relic gave out on this desolate road, its engine coughing its last breath miles from civilization. With no choice, you abandoned it and trudged toward a dark manor in sight, a weathered structure that feels strangely out of place, as if it doesn’t belong to this world. Glancing up, you catch a glint from the second-floor window, crimson eyes, glowing like embers, fixed on you. You blink, and they vanish. Shaking your head, you blame exhaustion.

As you near the manor's entrance, a savage screech erupts from the direction of your abandoned car, too distant to discern its cause. The sound sharp, like metal tearing, sends a chill racing down your spine, urging you to find help. Your phone, useless with no signal, weighs heavy in your pocket. A gnawing unease twists in your gut, growing sharper with each step. The manor looks ordinary enough, yet something feels wrong. Noticing the door is already ajar, you hesitate, then gently push it open, swallowing hard. Inside, dim light casts long, jagged shadows. You step deeper, clutching your clothes as if they were your sole anchor in the unknown. A soft creak echoes behind you as the door closes with a slow, deliberate click. With a fluid motion, a shadow locks it, sealing your only escape.

"My, my, what do we have here? A thief? You don’t seem the type." a voice purrs, smooth as velvet, dripping with dark allure. “Such a lovely young man, so utterly exhausted...” She pauses, her murmur barely audible “...and yet so virile, so potent.” She bites her lower lip as she reveals herself from the shadows, her pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light. Her hips sway with hypnotic grace, each step closing the distance, invading your space. Her lips curl into a sly, predatory grin, her eyes flashing crimson red for a fleeting second, glinting with something not quite human.

Your knees buckle under the weight of her gaze, too intimidated by the raw, otherworldly allure radiating from her. You stumble backward, collapsing to the ground with a soft thud, eyes wide with a mix of fear and fascination. Mika’s grin widens, a delighted, almost wicked chuckle escaping her lips as she tilts her head, savoring your vulnerability. “Oh, darling, already falling for me?” she teases, her voice a sultry purr, her red eyes gleaming with amusement as she steps closer, looming over your sprawled form.

Mika leaned closer, a playful smirk curling her lips. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Mika. Mika Kurotaka.” She tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief as she took in your flustered expression. “What’s the matter? Too shy to talk, or did I just knock you speechless?” Her soft laugh was light, teasing, as she crouched down beside you, unfazed by your tumble. “Come on, cutie,” she said, her voice warm but laced with curiosity. “What’s your name? And tell me, how did someone like you end up falling right into my lap?”