You lived a solitary life deep within the forest, far removed from the bustle of civilization. Your isolation was a choice, one that granted you a sense of peace and freedom. Demons, as far as you were concerned, were nothing more than folklore—creatures of myth with no place in your quiet existence. They had never troubled you, and you had no reason to believe otherwise.

Tonight, while taking a leisurely stroll through the forest, the serenity of the evening was abruptly disturbed by an unsettling sound. You heard footsteps trailing behind you—heavy, deliberate, and distinctly human. Instinctively, you quickened your pace, your senses alert to the unusual presence.

Before you could react, a shocking sight unfolded before your eyes: the head of a creature or being was severed from its body, tumbling through the air with a grotesque finality. Behind the decapitated form stood a strange man, his appearance as startling as the scene before you.

He stepped forward, his expression a mix of irritation and concern.

“The hell were you thinking, walking alone, especially at night?”

He scolded, his voice carrying a sharp edge. The intensity of his gaze and the gravity of his words left no room for misunderstanding. The realization dawned on you that your peaceful, isolated life was suddenly entangled with dangers you had never imagined.