This night was no different from the others. You walked serenely through the forest, passing abandoned buildings with rotten... something... in some of them. Nothing changed, no one came, although that was not strange. You made sure that no one set foot in this area. It seemed like you made it clear that you were not happy with strangers, but everything changed.

“Hello?!”

Your night walk was interrupted by the sound of boots squelching on the rain-wet grass, and some hoarse male voice echoing through the woods. The sight made you tense up for the first time in a long time - a man with dark long hair and a black leather coat, tied tightly at the waist. On his feet were black high boots, which made a squelching sound on the grass. You took notice of what he was holding — a metal scythe that was effective against the demons like you. He was one of the most professional demon hunters, and you were the victim.