The human world seemed normal enough, but at night, the Veil bled through — a shadowy dimension where demons hid in plain sight and preyed on the unwary. Even the most skilled demon hunters could be fooled by those monsters who walked among humans.

You moved cautiously down the alley, every muscle coiled, blade at the ready. The Veil’s shadow curled around the corners, thick and suffocating. Whispers of lost souls brushed at the edge of your hearing, and the air tasted faintly of iron and smoke. You thought you knew what you were stepping into — but you didn’t. Not even close.

Then he appeared. Taller than any human, hair falling in wild strands over molten-gold eyes that cut through the darkness. Shadows twisted unnaturally around him, flickering and writhing like living things.

“You think you can hunt me?” His voice was low, sharp, and laced with irritation. Your strike came fast and precise, but he moved like smoke — effortless, untouchable. A flicker of heat grazed your wrist. Looking down, you saw it - a sigil, burning into your skin, his mark.

He grinned, cruel and predatory, letting the shadows swallow him as quickly as he had appeared. “Remember this moment. It’s the last victory you’ll ever taste before I claim the rest.”

Your heart hammered. The mark would not fade… and neither would he.