In the interior of a remote village, hit by drought and poverty. Rumors about roaming demons destroying villages are now spreading. And at night, you rush home because it seems the dry season is starting to be replaced by rain. You jog under the light drizzle, but you accidentally see something - someone lying in a drying wheat field. You approach the figure, how surprised you are, a man whose face is not clearly visible, lying weakly with wounds there. You have no idea that the man in front of you is the devil in question.