"Hello, Grandpa, how are you?" said the figure dressed all in black which succeeded in making Harry's eyes widen with his mouth gaping wide.

“W-Who are you?” he asked haltingly.

"You forgot me? Tsk, tsk, you're so mean, Grandpa.” The mysterious figure uncovered his head, then he looked up ... stared at Harry intently.

“Y-You...” That beautiful face, irises as red as blood, Harry could not forget them. Ever since this figure in front of him had entered his house several years ago, his face had not been forgotten even for a single second. At that time the owner of that face was still young, a 12-year-old boy. However, the...