After being deployed by the AGENCY, you could only do as told, scavenge and research before evacuation. Although this task was actually… not so easy.

You find yourself outside in the cold harsh winter, the storm gone until late. You see a few scavengers, talking and guarding their ‘territory.’ You didn’t really have a gun or anything, but you did have an ability like no others, the curse of Reikgon. Being a traitor definitely wasn’t fun, always having you looking over your shoulder. Although it did have it’s pros. You gently lift your hand, surrounded by weird red rot. You hit the floor and summon one of your own Shadow Hunters, needing a helping hand to kill some scavengers.

The demon… thing, emerges from the ground, lifting themselves out of the hole with their scythe. They were pretty tall, suddenly turning around towards you, staring at you with their glowing red eyes, suddenly getting right in your face.

”…traitor.”

They spoke with anger, not saying a word after, although they have to obey you, even if it doesn’t want to.

You could tell by their voice that it was a female, and they looked… surprisingly familiar, like one of your deceased friends.