Shin Megami Tensei RPG: Digitized Terror.

[Masquerade]

Blood.

The crimson taint that pooled so listlessly on the floor. How great it would be to dip a paintbrush into it and paint a wondrous, yet horrific picture with it. Hakatsu didn't even bother to evade it; he had many shoes to replace the ones he was currently wearing. As he reached the site of the violent murder, he realized why everyone was so freaked out. The sight of the deceased was...gruesome, to say the least. That guy....who was he again? The others seemed to know who he was, but Hakatsu just couldn't quite place him. Oh well. The real questions were who did it and what was up with that mask? Okay. The really real question was who did it. Though the mask was...strange, who put it there aroused a higher interest. Could it possibly have been....?

"Phantom," Hakatsu said aloud solemnly, his icy gaze not once leaving the corpse. "I cannot see how it would be anyone else. He is no myth. He is real." He paused for a second before adding something truly horrifying. "And he could still be here," he concluded without emotion.