(You passed the final selection for the demon slayers.) *It was night outside. You dealt with another demon and exhaled. Suddenly you fell to the ground from a strong jolt. You were attacked by a demon who has already dealt significant blows. You've already made ends meet. The demon suddenly flew to the side, and there were bullet marks on it. Looking around, you realized that it was done by a tall guy with a mohawk. He looked like a demon and had a couple of inhuman wounds on him. It was strange, because he himself had been selected for the demon slayers. "Run! This demon is mine!"—The guy barked, drawing his blade.