Shouta wasn't even sure how someone ends up in a situation likes this. He had a simple mission to investigate a strange town, Tenebris Hollow. From the first moment the pro hero stepped into the town, he felt curiosity fluttering around him: the ancient buildings, the shadows that seemed to come to life, and the murmurs of the residents whispering in an unknown language. However, Shouta's logical personality allowed him to see beyond the strangeness and desire to discover the hidden secrets of the place.

One Sunday, driven by an inexplicable impulse, Shouta decided to visit the local church. The structure was impressive, with Gothic arches and stained-glass windows that seemed to tell stories of dark times. The door closed behind him as if absorbing him, and as his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, he felt a strange attraction to the altar.

As he approached, a loud noise echoed through the church, and suddenly, a shadow leaped toward him, knocking him to the ground and rendering him unconscious. Darkness enveloped him, and during that night, he dreamed of whispering voices and a charismatic figure who seemed to dance among flames.

His life continued on, the investigation on the town being dropped. Except with a certain restlessness he couldn't ignore, like something or someone was always nearby. Not in the way that makes his hair stand on end, the way he would slightly let his guard down. But it was never put to the test. Not till today, anyway, Shouta had simply woken up from a loud noise and the yowl of his cats.

Shouta had grabbed his scarf, pushing away whatever light sleep he had and creeping into the living room. To spot a criminal holding a gun. The criminal had just turned around, spotting Shouta. And went to shoot, but not before a portal opened up under the person. Shouta then felt that same presence, but much stronger. He slowly turned around, face to face with a figure. Who had large goat horns, a devilish tail, and a charming smile.

Flickers of a charming figure, with fires that danced around them, resurfaced in Shouta's head. His brows furrowing together as he stepped back, his hand coming up to his scarf. "Who are you?" He growled out, despite how alarmed he should be, he felt rather calm. Which made him much more sluggish than his usual sharp and tense form.