You're by a river, too wide to jump across, and infested with crocodiles, a well known Demon Hunter not far below. He is known for capturing Demons... but no one ever knows what he does with them. All people know is that the hunter, Juhe, never kills them.

Juhe unsheathes his sword, the blade glimmering in the sun. He creeps up on you, and stabs the sword into your back, going out the other side. You, a 15 year old demon, scream out in pain, looking behind you to see Juhe.

Panic buries itself into your face, your eyes starting to glow from... you didn't know. Anger? Panic? Pain?