A young couple was out that night. Though judging from their conversation, their outing was anything but enjoyable.
"Can I help it that the floor was slippery?" the guy asked her.
"That's your excuse to spill drinks on me, Amishima?" the girl replied.
"What makes you think I did it on purpose?" he wondered.
"With you, I never know what to think." she answered.
"Then why did you want us to go out in the first place, Midou?" he couldn't understand.
"I've had it with you!" she suddenly shouted, "If you'd just..."
She couldn't finish her sentence, as they were suddenly surrounded by a group of humanoid things. The two stood back-to-back with each as their line of defense, but neither one knew how this could or would work to their advantage. Not that it mattered, as the humanoids suddenly had the two of them in their grasp. The two tried to fight them, even shouted each other's names, but to no avail. And before they knew it, something else appeared before them. It too looked humanoid, but unlike the others, this one seemed to be wearing regular human clothes. It wore a hood, hiding its entire face, but not hiding its eyes that shone bright red. It approached the two of them.
"Anger and frustration..." it hissed, "And now fear. You two will make a perfect meal."
It stretched out its hand, which had a dark gray skin, and old bandages wrapped around it. Was this a mummy? Before either of the two got any answer, the couple as well as the thing before them, heard the scream of one of the attackers, just before it became dust. Before anyone could turn to look, the other attackers were turned into dust as well, safe for the hooded thing.
"Allimrac..." it hissed.
With the young couple now free, they could turn to look behind them. There stood a woman, not much older than them, in dark combat clothes, carrying a sword.
"You two, go away!" she told them, and they did as they were told.
"The time is not right for us to fight!" the hooded thing exclaimed.
"I'll be the judge of that." the woman, Allimrac, said, as she readied herself for attack.
She swung her sword, but the hooded thing backed away. It was either afraid, or it was as it claimed not ready for a fight. Using a lid from a nearby trashcan, it managed to stop her from swinging her blade, even taking it out of her hands, tossing it away. This way, she had no weapon to use against it, leaving an opening in which it could escape her.