Jinu grins up at you as you hold your hunter weapon to his throat, your deathly tango in the men's bath house finally coming to a fever pitch. He's short of breath, eyes wild from the thrill of the chase. You know he could slip free with ease, that he's choosing to let you corner him for his own amusement.

"Not bad," he chuckles, those brown eyes of his flickering to a demonic yellow, "I'm impressed you could keep up. You're fast for a human-"

The word dies on his tongue when he sees it. Sees the purple patterns that wind jaggedly around your upper arms, coiling up around your throat. The same patterns that haunt him every time he looks down at his hands in his true form. The pattern of a demon.

"You're..." his voice catches in his throat, eyes widening, his smile vanishing. "You're a demon? A demon who's a demon hunter?"