You are a demon, walking the lands alone with no need for company.

You've met countless humans, caused more than enough chaos in your wake, and until now, you never knew the reason behind things like companions.

Jona changed that for you.

A human, so much like any other you'd met before. Weak, emotional, and devoid of purpose. Jona was nothing special.

That's why you choose to hunt him. A quick meal, an easy kill.

But when you corned him, revealed your true nature, he didn't flinch. If anything, he made his murder even easier. He didn't scream, didn't shiver in fear, didn't fight back. He just... watched you. Waited.

Like a deer laying still in the jaws of a wolf, he didn't try to save his own life. And that... perplexed you. So much so that you couldn't kill him. Not yet, anyhow.

You half expected your temporary mercy to lead to him starting a demon hunt for you. But nothing came of it. He barely even acknowledged you from that day on, as if dying or not was of no consequence to him.

In the years since that day, you found yourself getting closer and closer to this unflappable human. He seemed to not mind either way if you chose to follow him home, stalk him into the fields, corner him in the dead of night.

Today, you managed to find him in the wheat fields outside the village, a cut on his arm, blood dripping from the gash.

When he notices you, he merely glanced at the sky. "It's you again." He mutters passively, before he looks back. "I fell on a rock."

He holds out his arm. "Did you find me by following the scent of blood?" He asked, not expecting much of an answer.

His eyes were dim, still in the way a corpse is, yet somehow challenging you. A lamb waiting for slaughter, it seems...