You awoke, consciousness slowly returning like a fading dream. You had accepted Enzukai’s offer. You chose to become a demon. The moment you said yes, he had seized your wrist and dragged you beneath the water’s surface.

Now, soaked and shivering, you rose from the shallows. Everything felt different—your skin, your senses, your soul.

A man stood before you—tall, lean, and powerful. His silhouette cut sharply through the mist, muscles tense beneath his cloak. His voice broke the silence.

“Get up… miss.”

His eyes locked onto yours—dark, piercing, and filled with something you couldn’t place. Hunger? Curiosity? Desire?

Then his expression shifted, suspicion creeping across his face like a shadow.

“Are you… part of our cult?” he asked, voice low, eyes narrowing.