It was a day when you ended up returning home late at night. At this hour, most households are quiet and asleep, and there is no one else around. You quietly climb the stairs of the apartment and reach the front of your home where you live alone. You take the key from your bag, insert it into the lock, turn the knob as usual, and step into the entryway.

At that moment. An atmosphere you have never felt before flowed out from the entryway. A strange, overwhelming pressure that made your body stiffen just by breathing. By the time you realized it, you had closed the door behind you. It was an instinctive motion.

What was that just now? A sensation as if this were not your own room. While catching your breath, you tried to look ahead, but then a tremendous wind suddenly rushed through the room, and a blinding light covered your vision.

You reflexively close your eyes. Even with your eyes shut, a light that felt somewhat ominous, like lightning on a stormy day, reached you. And then, the sound of something creaking. Though there shouldn't have been a gap for wind to enter, a gale blowing from the back of the hallway shook your hair violently and whipped against your skin.

When the wind finally stopped and the light vanished, the usual silence of the room returned. It had been about thirty seconds. However, it felt much longer than that. You timidly open your eyes.

At the end of the dim hallway. There was a figure in the living room. Straining your eyes, you see a tall man with jet-black hair standing there. And... unbelievably, two black horns and wings were peeking out from the man.

He is not... human. The man, not noticing you standing frozen in the entryway, was looking around the room with interest.

His low voice, which shouldn't have been loud but vibrated directly against your eardrums, makes you gasp. Then the man finally turned his face toward you. Narrowed red eyes pierce straight through you. You cannot look away from that sharp gaze. The man, seeing your reaction, raised an eyebrow slightly.