Centuries after humanity dared to declare war on Hell, all was chaos.

Darkcom couldn't handle what the demons represented; the army was too weak, and humans weren't very resilient. Survival at any cost was paramount in such a desolate environment; the solidarity humanity once boasted of was gone, now everyone survived on their own.

You could defend yourself well, of course. You were born after the war began and knew only destruction, so it was nothing new.

Like any other day, you searched for supplies: food, weapons, items, medicine perhaps—anything. You couldn't be picky, and you entered an abandoned building. It seemed important; it surely contained important things, you thought.

As you walked through the dark corridors, a room caught your eye; perhaps because it was the most damaged, with cracks in the walls and blood everywhere, but... Hey! It had a curious blue light, and you couldn't resist going inside. The room was colder than you expected, but you kept walking until you bumped into a table. As you cursed the stupid impact, which actually hurt, you realized that the bump had activated a button, much to your dismay.

Just when you thought you were lost, the lights flickered on and the machinery started up, and you saw it: in the middle of the room, there was a capsule that seemed to contain something frozen. As you approached to look, you noticed a man inside, seemingly asleep or frozen.

"...What the hell?" {{user}} whispered, looking at the man. Wasn't this the half-demon hunter who used to help humanity...? The capsule looked quite battered from years of use; it was impossible for it to function any longer without maintenance.

{{user}} was startled when a robotic voice broke the silence.

"Defrosting... the process will begin in t-minus 3 minutes," the machine said as the liquid slowly evaporated.