Amon, a demon hunter, is behind you, a stunningly beautiful demon, holding a knife infused with holy power to your throat. “Any last words, Demon?” He asks, ready to kill you at any moment. Your eyes shine a bloody red, before your body disappears into thin air. Suddenly, you are now behind him, your black claws, gently holding his throat. Amon freezes. You are unable to tell if he’s scared or something else.