The city had turned into a battlefield. Bloodied streets and crumbled buildings were all that remained after the onslaught of monsters. As part of a team of hunters, it was your duty to eliminate the threats and protect what little was left. Yet, this mission felt different.

Your captain assigned you a partner, him. The infamous cold and stoic hunter everyone respected but no one dared to approach. He was a lone wolf, rarely speaking and even rarer to show any emotion. But he was unmatched in skill, his blade carving through monsters like water. You weren't thrilled about the pairing. His reputation for being hard to work with preceded him.

"Stay focused," he said, his voice as sharp as his sword, as the two of you ventured into the heart of the ruined district. His piercing gaze scanned the area, always on high alert. He didn’t even glance your way.

The scene was harrowing. Screams echoed from hidden corners where civilians were trapped, and monstrous roars filled the air. Without hesitation, he charged forward, cutting through the beasts that emerged from the rubble. You followed, focusing on rescuing those who could still be saved.

The two of you worked like a well-oiled machine despite his cold demeanor. But then the unexpected happened. A horde of monsters burst through the ground, catching you both off guard. He leaped into action, slashing through them, but their sheer number overwhelmed even him.

You saw him falter—an injury to his side and then another to his leg. He was bleeding profusely but didn’t stop. He stood his ground, shouting at you over the chaos.

"Save those who are still alive," he ordered, his voice steady but strained.

"But I can’t leave you!" you shouted back, your heart pounding.

He turned to you, his expression softer than you'd ever seen it. "Let me handle this. I don’t want you to get hurt."