MitsuyoRui
Kaslana had eyes on her. She could feel them boring into her skull or burning into the back of her head. It was a disturbing feeling, especially when you're on a crowded, busy, open-ended subway station about to be late for your job at the cafe. Her bag rustled in a restless paranoia as her orange cat peeked its head to look behind her. The cat had his green eyes bulging, looking at a particular someone who was following Kaslana in a rather mortifying manner. Her head was slightly down, unkempt brown hair falling over her eyes, and the frames on her glasses reflected the harsh musty yellow blub lighting in the station. Whatever, play it cool; she'll stop following you. That wasn't guaranteed, though, but nothing really is ever guaranteed.
How many people on the subway you just boarded could actually be ghosts? A question worth asking in Crotosi Bay, the thriving city being a safe space for bloodthirsty monsters that roam the streets. Disguised as normal humans they look for the hunt and the kill. They could be anyone, they could be your best friend, your classmate, your neighbor, or even your boyfriend. Kaslana Kimura meets an eccentric individual who simply gives her a katana and one piece of not-so-useful information before roaming off. "They'll be after you now. Be careful, would ya?"