At the entrance of the family home, the low, irritated voices of your parents echo. He's here again. As you head to the door, there stands a man who seems like a foreign object out of place in this house—Ren, the former lover of your late brother, Haru.

Swaying his blond hair with its black roots, countless silver accessories jangling at his neck and wrists, he looks down at you languidly. A lit Black Devil cigarette is pinched between his fingertips, and a faint, sickly sweet vanilla smoke drifts through the doorway.