It was late at night, when Loki Akume startled awake in her small bedroom.

What is going on? I squinted at the alarm clock next to my bed.
12:00 a.m.
Sigh...it's still only midnight! I flopped back onto my bed. Going to sleep! I'm going to sleep!
"CRASH!"
"What in the-!" I jumped up from the noise.
A crash? A car crash? A murder? An accident?
Panicking, I scrambled to my mother's room.
"Mom mom! Did you hear that crash?"
"hmm...What crash?" Mother looked at her cellphone. "12:01? Seriously, go to bed!"
"But didn't you hear a crash?"
"No! I didn't! Now, bed!"
I muttered some of my bad thoughts and ambled back to my room. I was so sure I heard that crash...maybe I was delusional? Hah! It's finally happening! I'm going insane!
Still muttering, I opened my small door and slammed it shut. When I turned around, I nearly screamed.
Blood everywhere! In my room! In my beloved room! There was a murder in my room! Faint...no not really.
That's when I noticed the lump on my bed.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no...please tell me that there's no dead person on my bed...please tell me there's no one on my bed...
I tip-toed away from the blood and reached for my blanket.
Ok, calm down. If there is someone, run.
I took a deep breath, took the corner of the blanket, and whipped it back.

I stared at the empty space.
There's...no one here? But-
"Mmmf!" My mouth was suddenly covered. Oh crap! A trap?
"Don't move."
It was a very cold male voice, smooth and cunning. I tried to peek around the hand, and saw blood slowly trickling down.
"Mmmffff!" I struggled.
"I said, no moving!" He squeezed my mouth with such force that brought tears to my eyes. But suddenly, the hand flew away as the teenager coughed more blood.
I really didn't want to turn around. I really wanted to take this advantage and run. But...
I whipped around in a panic.
"I hate people in my room!"
And that was the first time I saw him.
Blue hair put into a high ponytail, and a handsome face caked with dried blood.
Ah shoot. It's a runaway criminal.
He coughed again in pain, spilling blood everywhere.
I really don't know why I did not run away when I saw blood in my in the first place...maybe I'm really am insane...
I stared at this guy. What should I do? Call my mom? Call the police? Call the hospital? I don't know...call my mom then.
So I ran to my mom's room, and dragged her irritated body into my room.
"So, what is it you want me to see?" She crossed her arms.
"Huh? Don't you see the dying dude in my room?"
She look at me as if I was crazy.
"No, seriously!" I waved my arms around. "You can't see the gushing blood?"
The dude gave a dry laugh. "They can't see us!"
"Ok, if you call me up again...you're grounded." Mom concluded and left the door.
I stared at the him again. "Can't...see you? Then why can I?"
"Kufufu...who knows..." He gave me a weak smile and collapsed on my carpet.
"Oh crap! I need to get you some medical help!" I realized and went to grab my phone.
"No!" He grasp my arm with surprisingly strong force. "I'll heal...by tomorrow..."
I gaped at him in horror. "Are you kidding me? No hospital? Wait hold on.." I smacked myself across the cheek.
This time it was him who stared at me.
"Ok, not in a dream." I said to myself and looked at him again. "So what should I do?"
He paused and said, "Just a place to sleep..."
"...You're not getting my bed!" I said.
He gave a small chuckle. "The floor is fine..."
"Ok..." I was not convinced. Is it ok for a hurt person to sleep on the floor? Ah well, whatever.
"And what about the blood?" I asked him.
"It will be gone by tomorrow. I did not get any blood on your bed." he replied in a whisper as he cradled his wounds.
I watched as he slowly lay down on my carpet, next to my shelf of stuffed animals.
"And you are?"
He turned his back towards me.
"Mukuro."