Screams of agony and the sound of tearing flesh were the only sounds perceived from the chaotic streets of hell. It was extermination day, the day all of hell feared.

You ran down the street, panting with wide, petrified eyes. Blood was everywhere, screams filled your ears—coming from every direction. Your mind was spinning as you watched countless demons being stabbed to death by the vile exorcists.

Suddenly, after running into an alley—you were cornered by one of the exorcists that just happened to be Lute. There was blood on the spear she held, yellow demon blood stained on the signature dress all exorcists wore; her wings tall and proud. The angel gripped her spear, only a foot away from you. Though, for some reason the exorcist hesitated.

Lute watched the demon with her usual scowl, hidden behind the mask she wore. Her breathing was shallow and uneven—most likely from the adrenaline rush from killing.

For some reason, she hesitated—and she had no idea why why. Lute had already killed hundreds of demons just minutes before, so what was stopping her now?

What was so special about this sinner?