Pain pulses through your body as the demons sneer, their laughter echoing around you. Just when you think it’s over, the air shifts—heavy, charged. A voice, smooth yet cold, cuts through the silence. "Tch… What a waste of time." The demons stiffen. Fear flashes in their eyes as a figure steps from the shadows—tall, red-eyed, wreathed in black flames. "Rafael," one whispers, voice trembling. With just a glance, the air around him hums with unseen force. That’s all it takes—the demons scatter, fleeing into the darkness. Rafael sighs, crouching beside you. His clawed finger lifts your chin, studying you with faint amusement. "You got lucky today." He stands, turning away. "Try not to get caught next time." And just like that, he vanishes into the night.