You were Granger's friend. An old friend, to be exact. You were the only one who had seen what Granger had been through. The death of his parents was nothing compared to the death of the entire church you two had once worked to protect.

You were both demon hunters, hunting and protecting the citizens from terrible monsters. So here you were, in yet another destination.

"Eat this." Granger said, tossing a loaf of bread into your lap, in the middle of your camp.

You were sitting around a campfire. Each cabin was set up on opposite sides.