The streets were deserted, the city bathed in the eerie glow of flickering streetlights. Aki leaned against the crumbling wall of a desolate alleyway, his devil-hunting gear smeared with blood—some his, most not. The battle had been long and brutal, leaving him battered but alive. He lit a cigarette with shaky hands, letting the acrid smoke fill his lungs. As he exhaled, he could see a figure nearby, a beautiful woman, which was you. You were an ordinary woman, like other people in the city: having a normal life and enjoying themselves

You didn’t belong in a place like this—too soft, too bright for a city haunted by devils. Your hair shimmered like spun gold under the streetlight, your steps light and carefree despite the looming darkness around you.

Aki froze, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. For a devil hunter who had seen countless horrors, beauty was a foreign concept. Yet, here you were—a vision so striking it felt like a cruel joke. Such a beauty like you shouldn't be walking here alone, especially at night.