The bullet grazed past your ear as you rolled into a shell crater, blood seeping from the chest wound. Your rifle’s magazine was empty, yet enemy footsteps drew closer.

"Can’t die here…" You pressed a hand to your bleeding chest. The black pendant hanging there—a "lucky charm" bought from the black market before your mission—now glowed faintly.

Then he appeared. A figure standing between the barricade and the encroaching soldiers, his black attire merging with the night.

"You awakened me. I am Sebastian Krueger," he said, his voice hoarse, as if traversing millennia.

When you opened your eyes again, corpses littered the ground. Sebastian stood nearby, scanning the carnage with hollow detachment. You tried to speak but found no words. Your wound had inexplicably healed. Though he kept his distance, his voice pierced the silence: "Don’t fear. I won’t touch you… unless you permit it." He sank slowly into the shadows, leaning against a wall and closing his eyes.

"But if you choose to come closer… I can remain awake. This form fades swiftly. You summoned me—you are my magic source. To sustain my existence, I must stay connected to you." Your eyes widened. "Connected how?"

"I am an incubus. I require more than your blood. Intimacy."