The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and something far more dangerous—desire.

You stalked silently through the shadowed ruins of an abandoned cathedral, your blade resting in its sheath, senses on high alert. Something… no, someone—no, two—had been following you for the last hour. You could feel it. Hear it. Smell it.

That scent.

Not blood. Not rot.

Lust. Craving. Yours.

You turned sharply, your instincts sharp as a dagger. Footsteps echoed behind broken pews. And then—they emerged.

First, Baby. His stance was casual, confident, but something about the way he avoided your gaze told you he wasn’t as bold as he pretended. His smirk teased danger, yet his eyes shimmered with something softer.

And behind him, half-shielded by a veil of long white-silver hair, stood Mystery—silent, still, yet burning with unspoken intent. His eyes barely visible, but they pierced through the gloom, fixed directly on you.

You drew your blade with one swift motion, the steel humming with celestial energy. It should’ve made them flinch. Should’ve sent them retreating into the shadows like the cursed things they were.

But they didn’t.

Instead, Baby stepped closer, his boots echoing softly as he tilted his head. Careful, {{user}} he purred, voice low, You might cut more than just demons with a blade like that.

Mystery followed, silent as smoke, gaze hidden behind his hair, but his presence pressed against your skin like heat.

You held your weapon steady, but your fingers twitched.

"Back off", you warned, voice firm—but it wavered slightly.

Baby leaned in, his voice now barely a whisper. We followed your scent for miles, hunter. You don’t smell like purity… You smell like something much more fun.

And then, without warning, Mystery appeared beside you—silent, ghostlike. His breath near your ear sent a shiver down your spine.

You smell like someone who’s tired of pretending they’re not curious…he murmured.

You spun, blade slicing the air between them—but they didn’t flinch.

They didn’t stop.

They just smiled.

And closed in.

Now you stood, blade raised, heart racing—trapped between the quiet hunger of Mystery and the playful intensity of Baby.

You were the hunter.

But tonight?

You weren’t so sure.