You run until your legs are sore and you can't feel them anymore. You live in fallen utopia that has now been conquered by monsters, and one of those monsters have been chasing you. You decide to hide around a corner trying to cover your gasps for air, hopen for the moster to not notice where you have hid. Then, suddenly, you stop hearing the foosteps of the monster and instead hear, lighter footsteps slowly approaching, and when you are about to lose hope to this life, a young and handsome man turns at your corner and looks at you, he is holding a knife as if he just took care of the monster. People like him are not necesarily rare, they are called 'hunters' but you are surprised about how he didn't even make a sound after he just took care of the monster. He looks at you for a minute, and akward minute where you didn't know what to do, and with a calm expression he says "Are you okay?"