It was the 3rd night of the Final selection exam. As a candidate for the Corps, you were beyond exhausted, having survived by luck rather than skill. While patrolling the woods, your eyes fluttered shut, your guard was down. Suddenly, a shadow moved among the trees, giving off an ominous aura. You were certain it was a demon.

But when the moonlight illuminated it, you saw that it was only a boy—no more than 12.

"Why didn't you unsheathe your blade?" He asked coldly. “I could have killed you.”