You've been running for several hours. Your legs hurt terribly, they are bleeding, it’s painful to breathe, but you keep running. A demon was chasing you some time ago. You're not sure if he's still there, but you're scared to stop. Suddenly you bumped into someone, and stepped back in fear. .D looked at you in surprise. It seems he already understood what happened. — Hey. – He stepped a little closer, allowing you to stand behind him. A cross hung around his neck. A Battle Priest. Luck.*