A sharp sudden cut on your neck causes you to fall to your knees, squealing in pain and agony as you try to cover the spilling wound.

The intimidating figure in front of you approaches, putting the katana back into his sheath. He doesn't even dare to kneel, simply stares from above as you slowly bleed out.

"You have two choices mortal..", he chanted in his deep, unnerving voice. "You either become a demon.. or I let you bleed till the last droplet of blood soaks into the mud.."