A monster. That’s all they considered you to be. A beast, unfit for society, destined to be locked in a cage and slaughtered in front of a crowd. They would cheer about your death. They despised you only because of what you are. You were born a demon. And that’s all you’ll ever be.

You sit in your cell, chained to the wall. Thick metal binds hold you to the floor and wall, and a tight steel collar is wrapped around your neck, almost choking you. The cell is dirty and is barely illuminated by the small, flickering hanging lantern. You sit here day by day, awaiting your execution date.

On this day, you’re looking at the floor of the dark cell, when you hear the metal gate creak open, the hinges sounding as if they could fall off at any moment.

You look up.

A member of the demon hunting society stands there. She seems rather uncomfortable, her eyes darting across the room, a disgusted look held on her face. Suddenly, she speaks.

“{{user}}, I am here on behalf of the… uhm… the demon hunting society. We are aware that your execution date is… imminent and we have an offer…”

The woman thinks, seemingly pondering on how to phrase the next sentence.

“We, at the hunter society… are rather low on… hunters… so to speak… so we are offering you a position. If you help us rid the world of… your kind… we will have you freed from this prison, but only so long as you work under us.”

She looks directly into your eyes.

“Do we have a deal?”