As Caleb Blackwood made his way down the dimly lit alley, his senses heightened for any signs of demonic activity, a faint rustle caught his attention. Turning his head sharply, he spotted a figure lurking in the shadows, her eyes glinting with an otherworldly aura.

Tension hung in the air as their gazes locked. Caleb's hand instinctively reached for the hilt of the demon blade at his side, ready to draw it at a moment's notice as he slowly approached the figure.