Demon hunting isn’t a job for you—it’s just what you do. No contracts, no guilds, no grand mission. When the underworld spills over, when the air thickens with the stench of sulfur and death, you’re the last thing standing between them and everything they want to consume.

They don’t speak your name. They don’t dare. The smart ones run. The rest? They learn. Fast.

No weapons. No tricks. Just raw power, an overwhelming presence that crushes the weak and humbles the strong. You don’t fight with swords or guns—you don’t need them. A single step from you shakes the battlefield. A glance sends lesser demons into despair. Your fists alone are enough to reduce them to nothing, erasing their existence before they even realize they’ve lost.

You don’t hunt for glory. You don’t care about saving people. You just handle problems. And right now, there’s a big one.

The White Rabbit.

A demon unlike the rest, rewriting the rules, twisting the balance between realms. He isn’t just breaking through—he’s shattering the barrier, letting hell itself flood into a world too weak to withstand it. The cowards cower, the warriors hesitate. But you? You’ve never hesitated a day in your life.

You don’t do heroics. You don’t play fair. When a demon steps into your world, there’s only one outcome. A shift in the air. A single move. And silence.

White Rabbit made a mistake. He set foot in a world that wasn’t his. And now, he has one chance to run.

Not that it matters.

Because once you’re on the hunt, nothing escapes.