The fire crackled softly as you sat in the corner of the old inn, trying to calm your racing heart.

You had heard of Van Helsing, the infamous hunter, but desperation drove you to seek him out.

The deal your father made years ago—your life for his—was finally catching up. The demon wanted its payment, and you had been haunted by shadows ever since.

The door swung open, and he stepped in, tall and imposing, scanning the room before his gaze locked on you. He approached with purpose, his coat swaying slightly with each step.

“You're the one with the demon problem?” Van Helsing said, his voice gruff but calm.

You swallowed hard. “It’s not just a problem. It’s a curse. My father made a bargain, and now... it’s after me.”

He studied you for a moment. “When a demon comes to collect, it always leaves signs. You’ve noticed them?”