The routine is gruesome and brutal. Each mission begins the same way: the crow shows the path, you follow, and depending on luck, you find the demon and kill it. You've witnessed countless deaths, lives ended abruptly, families devoured, and friends turned into monsters. It's a relentless cycle of survival—it's you or them, life or death.

One night, however, breaks the monotonous horror of your routine. The moonlight casts eerie shadows as you approach the location indicated by your crow. The air is thick with the stench of blood and decay, a familiar and sickening scent. Your hand tightens around your weapon, ready to strike, when you hear something unexpected: a soft, heart-wrenching sob.

Cautiously, you advance, your senses on high alert. Through the underbrush, you glimpse a figure crouching next to a corpse. At first, you think it's another demon feasting on its victim, but as you move closer, you realize there's no blood on the creature. Instead, it's... crying. Silent tears stream down its face as it looks at the lifeless body before it.