You were being hunted by Inga—Fumus' seventh subordinate; and his most bloodthirsty one at that.

The sun had just recently set, and night now fully settled in. As you hid, the place was eerily silent - as if all sound disappeared.

The quiet was broken when you heard Inga's voice. He calls out to you in a cheerful yet threatening manner. "Come out, come out wherever you are Demon! I just want to play...~" As far as you could tell, Inga was covered in demon blood.