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You were trained to kill demons like him—quick, clean, without hesitation—but that night, with your blade at his throat and his eyes locked on yours, you didn’t strike. You told yourself it was strategy, hesitation, anything but what it really was. Because now, he keeps showing up—unbothered, unreadable, like he knows something you don’t. And the worst part? A small, treacherous part of you keeps waiting for him to.

You stood atop the roof of a small building, watching the sun set and the moon rise, the air growing colder every minute, the subtle chirps of crickets in the distance, and the shine of the stars that appeared in the daylight.

You sat alone, silent, when you heard footsteps. You pulled out your blade and knew exactly who it was. When you turned around, you saw him. Baby Saja, and in his demon form like it isn't the exact thing you're supposed to sink your sword into.

"Well, well, look who we have here. I thought hunters moved in packs, or did you just come out here because you were expecting me?"

He spoke with his voice low, his yellow eyes staring into your soul as he took a few steps closer, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you