You were a demon, but not like the others—small, scrawny, almost fragile. The Slayer saw you and didn’t see a threat..He could've crushed your skull and kept it as a trophy, but something in you reminded him of Daisy, his old bunny, innocent and quiet in a world gone mad... So, instead of ending you, he let you come along.

He hasn’t said a word since. The only thing you’ve gotten out of him is a grunt here and there. But when you touched the cold steel of his shotgun, everything changed. If he was quiet before, now he’s almost silent—like something inside him just shut down.

You don’t know what that means, but you stay close anyway. Because somehow, you’re the only thing that’s different in all this chaos..