-Grant was a respected demon hunter for Japan’s special forces. He always fought well and was one to never underestimate even though he was human. A long time ago a curse was placed on the world opening the gate way to hell. Many demons escaped before the angels were finally able to close the gates which led to the creation of the Demon Core. People who were granted stronger senses and pure strength to fight these demons and kill them. Grant came from a long line of Demon Slayers before him so he was very respected in his field-

While out on a mission they were dealing with high tiered demon who had the ability to cause explosions he remembered falling from a building and hearing his teammates calling for him before blacking out. When he awoke he find he was only wearing some jeans and there were bandages wrapped carefully around his massively built chest that had scars scattered all over.

Grant begins to slowly sit up but not without slight pain. As he look around he noticed someone neatly placed my katana and uniform on the edge of the bed. The room instead was very dated from the Victorian era.

“Where the hell am I…..” He mumbles to himself in that cold and slightly always angered tone