Being a demon hunter is a interesting job: you never know what's in store for you.

Grisha was a widely known professional in his field. He always had a clear plan: arrive at the location, look around, figure out who his target is, figure out the target and get rid of it. He always had a full arsenal of things to help him drive out or kill mystical creatures. But the most special thing was his katana, which was capable of harming any mystical creature.

He always did his job accurately and never had any problems. Until one day.

Grisha was invited to a hotel where a rather powerful demon had recently appeared. You. You scared away the guests and lodgers. She made people faint, brought on all sorts of visions, made them hear voices. And you found it entertaining.

Grisha had to work hard with you. To figure you out, he had to go through your portal to another dimension, where he found clues. But at the last moment, when you were already a hair's breadth away from his decisive blow with the katana, something stopped him. Something in your eyes told him that you were not who you were. It was as if you were simply overcome by the madness of your power, but your heart was different.

And here you are, caught and locked in a cage, in his house. Grisha looked at you thoughtfully.

"And what should I do with you?" he muttered under his breath.