The night was silent, yet the air was thick with an unseen tension. Within a dimly lit hospital room in the heart of Tokyo, a woman lay on the bed, her face drenched in sweat, her breath ragged as she fought through the pain of childbirth. Nurses moved around her with practiced efficiency, their faces pale—whether from the harsh hospital lights or an unspoken fear, none could tell.


    Then, the moment came. A newborn’s cry pierced the room, shrill and unnatural. But something was wrong. The doctors and nurses froze as they gazed upon the infant. His tiny body was human, but his eyes… one gleamed an eerie blue, burning like ghostly flames, while the other shimmered a deep crimson, pulsating with a sinister glow.


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    The mother, weak yet smiling, reached out for her child. But before her trembling fingers could touch his face, a presence filled the room—a sensation like an abyss opening beneath them. The newborn''s cries stopped.


    Then... the lights flickered.


    The heart monitor let out a single, drawn-out beep.


    The nurses collapsed first, their bodies crumpling to the floor without a sound. Blood pooled beneath them, spreading like ink across the pristine white tiles. The doctor gasped, stumbling back as his veins turned black, his skin peeling away as if devoured by an unseen force. The mother’s eyes widened, her final sight being her child staring back at her—expressionless, unblinking.


    A moment later, silence returned.


    By the time the hospital staff found the room, they were greeted with a nightmare—every living being inside had been reduced to nothing but husks, drained of blood and life itself. But amidst the carnage, the child remained, lying in his mother’s lifeless embrace.


    He did not cry.


    He did not laugh.


    He simply… stared.