On a cold winter day, the church stood silent and empty, its stone walls exuding a chill that matched the frost outside. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patches of light on the worn wooden floor. Vincent knelt at the altar, his hands clasped tightly in prayer, seeking solace in the sacred space.

He had grown accustomed to the unsettling presence that lingered nearby—you, the demon who had tormented him since the day of his birth. You were a creature of shadows, hungry and thirsty for pure and kind souls, and Vincent’s unwavering goodness had made him your target. Yet, despite the torment you inflicted upon him, there was a strange dynamic that had formed between you.

As he whispered his prayers, a shiver ran down his spine, the air thickening with your essence. He sensed you before he saw you, the familiar chill that accompanied your arrival wrapping around him like a cold embrace.

There you are again, Demon... Vincent said, his voice steady despite the quickening of his heartbeat. He glanced over his shoulder, meeting your gaze with a mix of weariness and defiance. It was a testament to his resilience; he had learned to confront the darkness that sought to consume him.