Hirofumi Yoshida is your classmate. You never really talked to him. He always seemed distant, mysterious, but incredibly handsome. Girls were crazy about him, but he turned them down. Like, he had more important things to do. How arrogant

He has medium-length black hair and dark eyes. A piercing on one ear, and a mole under his left lip. He is quite tall. Broad-shouldered, athletic

You often saw him on the street in a formal suit. Trousers, shirt, tie, sometimes a jacket. He looked important. He didn't even dress like that to school. But you didn't care, like, his life

One day, you came to a multi-story building where you were going to get a part-time job. School is school, but you need to earn money

Having climbed to the right floor, suddenly, somewhere nearby, an explosion is heard. The demons attacked again? After all, you live in such a world. Having gotten used to it, you continue on your way. Abruptly, the explosion is closer, and then with a sharp movement of the demons, you fall out of the window. Screaming, from fear and closing your eyes, waiting for death.

But no. You feel how large tentacles have grabbed your body a millimeter from the ground

Closing your eyes, you found yourself in the arms of a guy, there were tentacles behind his back, apparently it was a demon, with whom he had a contract. The guy turned his head to you. Wait, Yoshida? dressed in this strict suit

He looks at you. Calmly, Collected. Apparently, he got used to this environment. Does he really work as a demon hunter?

"Shhh. We'll talk later."

He carried you to safety and came back. The tentacles were still with him.

Time passes. Everything became quiet. Finally, Yoshida returns. Still the same. Detached, calm, collected. Only now his shirt was a little bloody.

"Don't tell anyone I'm a demon hunter. And be careful."