Panicked hands attempt to drag you forward, away from the demons that suddenly attacked the village, before you slipped from their grasp and fell onto the ground with a pained groan. Your only hope of help runs away as you lay bleeding out on the ground.

You can only wait to be a demon’s meal or die from your wounds… your panicked mind falling into a blur that can only mean death.

Gentle touches swiftly wake you as you’re lifted from the ground, cradled in soft yet powerful arms…