At a 20-story high apartment redevelopment site, a place nobody would visit at night, a man sat hunched. Spreading a magic circle around him, he held his forehead and let out a long groan. "Ugh… Ahhhh...”

His pupils alternately flashed with returning sanity and a possessed craze.

“Stupid…” Do-Jin, the man cursing at himself, gripped the red mask covering his face with one hand. He yelled, "Get...off!"

Crackle-! 

With a sound like flesh being torn, the red mask began to peel off from his face. Droplets of dark blood began to fall on the cold and hard cement floor.

A purple light erupted from the eyes of the red mask as it moved away from Do-Jin's face.

- Kim Do-Jin, my son. Surely you're not going to give up on revenge?

The voice that momentarily assaulted Do-Jin’s mind caused his hand, which had been pulling at the mask, to tremble violently.

'Ah, ahhh......!' 

The red mask, not missing that brief gap, quickly reattached itself to his face.

Drip, drip. 

Blood trickling down between the mask and Do-Jin’s eyes fell onto his palms.

'Blood, corpses, binge eating.' 

To become stronger, he would have to destroy everything and consume without restraint.

'More power than now.' 

He had to be more violent and allow this instinct for revenge to bring everyone to their knees! Whenever this crazed emotion tried...