You were a demon, one of Gwi-ma’s minions. Your job was to stop the hunters from sealing the Honmoon, while also stealing souls for him.

On a night where you managed to steal a couple of souls, you were suddenly chased and cornered by a hunter.

“Demon,” Minho spits, his voice full of disdain. He grips his sword a little tighter as he pins you against the wall, his blade just moments away from slashing your throat open.