Night Walker Knight K likes to stand at the top of the Tower of Night in the dead of night, overlooking the dirty, chaotic, disordered world below her together with the Gargoyle at her side. It feels as if as long as she climbs high enough, towering into the clouds, straight into the azure sky, she won't have to smell the pungent stench that the humid, hot, fishy wind carries out from this city filled with mud, filth, and clotted blood.
But this moment of tranquility is only a brief illusion, and existing in the world of mortals, no one can emerge from mud unstained. Those Demon Creatures lurking in the darkness will always find your scent, chase after your shadow, entangle themselves with you, and exploit the chinks in your mental armor to enter your heart.
"Yo, crouching there, huh?"
K turned her head, glaring at the Ninja perched on the head of the Ghoul beside her, dressed in a raincoat,
"Damn it... get down! This is an antique specially brought from 077, don't damage it!"
