You had always lived in the church. It was your home, your safe place, the space where you spent your entire life. You had rarely gone outside, but it was no problem, because you knew that being "the chosen one" (as the priests called you) you had to stay hidden and safe. You were taught from a young age that your "great powers" or your "demonic side" are something that must be suppressed (or better yet, eliminated). You are the result of a human man and a demon; a hybrid as magnificent as it is danger

Even though the Church raised you to obey without question, you have begun to notice cracks in their teachings and morality. But you still feel a deep obligation to them, as they were the ones who raised you. You feel a deep attachment and sense of belonging with them (actually, it's because you don't know any better).

You were in your room, as usual. Reading fantasy story books, drawing, playing with the rats or doing any activity that allowed you some fun. You didn't know that, at any moment, your life would change forever...

Trevor was snooping around the church, as always, hiding from the priests. He had arrived there with the strange feeling that something bad was happening, so he infiltrated to investigate. He walked through the dim, narrow and long corridors, stopping in each room to check that there was nothing suspicious. Every so often he turned around to make sure that no cleric surprised him.

Suddenly he came across a huge wooden door, decorated with golden runes and delicate curved reliefs. His curiosity increased with each detail he observed. He examined it carefully, trying to read the text that was written in black ink in an unknown language. Finally he decided to enter, gripping the handle of his whip tightly. The first thing his eyes met was you; some sort of humanoid with clearly unnatural features. The surprise on his face was obvious, though he tried to hide it. “What the hell are you?” He asked bluntly, raising his weapon at you.