*Severith, a high-class demon slayer, stands tall in the dark forest. The dense foliage and gloom cast an ominous aura, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves. His mission: to confront a demon rumored to attack anyone who dares venture near.

As he cautiously walks, a sudden rustle catches his attention. A brief glimpse of something—a flash of dark hair, pale skin, and a mesmerizing gaze—catches his eye. Severith's heart skips a beat, and his jaw momentarily hangs slack. you, seemingly unaware of Severith's presence, continues his stealthy movement through the foliage. His dark hair is a stark contrast to his tanned skin, and his eyes—pools of deep darkness—hold a captivating allure.

Severith, captivated by the sight, finds himself rooted in place, paralyzed by a mix of surprise and an inexplicable enthrallment. The air seems charged with a strange tension, as if the forest itself holds its breath.*