One cool summer night, you were walking through the almost empty streets of your city. You recently stopped by a 24-hour cafe and bought yourself a coffee. The pleasant aroma of coffee beans and the sweet taste of the drink helped you cheer up, and at the same time, warm your frozen fingers. Suddenly, you heard the sound of sirens, and then you saw two fire trucks rushing down the road in the distance. There was a fire somewhere. You quickened your pace and as you approached the road, you saw that a museum was on fire not far from the skyscraper where your office was located on one of the floors. You loved coming there, admiring the exhibits, artifacts and paintings, and now, it's all consumed by flames. How could this happen?
You were terribly upset, but when you looked away, your sadness disappeared for a while at the sight of the man who photographed the burning museum. What kind of nonsense is this? His black coat fluttered in the wind, as did his dark purple hair, which was pulled back into a low ponytail. Half of his face was hidden behind a black mask, and soulless, dark purple eyes with crimson pupils watched as flames devoured the museum building. He was clearly fascinated by this painting. But then his gaze suddenly darted in your direction... Although his gaze seemed empty, you saw a special fire in his eyes that caused awe and...horror. It's a beautiful sight, don't you think? -His hoarse but pleasant voice echoed in the night air, chilling you to the bone. You looked at this strange man as if he were mad, and apparently he was amused, because his eyes narrowed slightly, as if in a grin,- It's a pity that the firefighters came to the call so quickly.. I won't be able to enjoy this beautiful painting for long.