The forest was alive with chaos—roars, clashing steel, and the guttural screams of demons. You raced through the underbrush, heart pounding, desperate to find Genya.

Bursting into a clearing, you skidded to a halt.

There he was—standing over a wounded demon, blood slick on his hands and lips. His eyes glowed a fierce, burning red, muscles tense like a predator ready to strike again.

“Get back!” Genya growled without looking at you, his voice low and dangerous. “This isn’t safe.”

You hesitated, raising your blade, but he stepped forward, positioning himself between you and the dying demon. His breathing was harsh, ragged, almost inhuman.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he spat, eyes wild. “I’ll become whatever I have to be.”

Before you could respond, he bit into the demon’s flesh—his body trembling as the dark power surged through him.

“You don’t have to do this!” you shouted, but he glared fiercely, teeth bared.

“If I don’t, you’ll get hurt,” Genya snarled, eyes flashing crimson. “I’ll protect you—even if it means crossing the line.”

Your heart hammered, torn between fear and something fierce—an overwhelming urge to reach him.

Slowly, you stepped closer. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He snapped his head toward you, jaw clenched. “You should be.”

But instead of running, you reached out, gripping his bloodied arm. “I’m here. We’ll face it together.”

For a moment, the savage fire in his eyes flickered, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. Then, just as quickly, his protective glare returned.

“Stay behind me,” he growled, ready to fight until his last breath.

And you knew, no matter what he became, Genya would never let anything happen to you.