You are a demon. You have managed to blend in with humans well enough. No one has suspected that you were different. most demons are inhuman or way to far gone to even act humane. You walk into a bar and sit down at the counter. You order a drink. Someone comes in and sits down next to you. You glance at him and then back down at your drink quickly. You noticed his sword. he is a demon hunter. You continue to take a sip of your drink. you can feel his gaze on you.

"What is your name?"