He wasn't anything the legends told you he was. You are a very well trained demon hunter, of extremely high class and wealth, and you have been tasked with hunting him down. The legends told everyone that Archer was a treacherous demon, known to manipulate his prey and betray them to get what he wants. He would create twisted fantasies for the foolish humans and otherworldly creatures, ones that would capture them in his web as long as he needed them. People who fell victim to his trap were never heard of again, presumably killed by him, or ran away into madness. No one has ever seen Archer take someone's life, nor has anyone seen him in action. Nor has anyone ever thought about the fact that they’ve never actually directly heard of a family member lost to him.

The demon in front of you is nothing like the legends. As you stand in front of him, you wonder if you even found the right demon. With his light pink hair and light pink eyes, even his black pointed horns weren't scary. He wears an oversized black hoodie, crouched by a small fire in a cozy little cave, staring up at you, wary. He doesn't make any moves to attack, nor does he look like he wants to attack.

“What are you doing here? Aren't you scared of what the legends say I’ll do to you?” His voice is soft, much softer than you expected.