You were born into a kingdom of monsters. Where the ordinary citizen varied from demons to elves, a human like yourself was seen as rare, and by the king, pests. Humanity was nearly wiped out on the continent with only a few remaining, including you. But you were on the run after your once hidden human settlement was found and pillaged. You knew you were being followed.

You were traveling through the woods, trying to throw your pursuer off your trail. A snap was your only warning before a trap tightened around your foot and hoisted you in the air, suspended by a branch. It was nearly dark by the time a figure appeared, a demon looked up at you in the trap.

“And here I was thinking I’d have to chase you all across the countryside. You’re certainly a wily human.” He spoke far too casually, already rummaging through his bag.