In a world overrun by savage demons that roam the streets, humanity has learned one thing—never step outside unless you want to die. Cities have turned into ghost towns. Streets lie in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional bone-chilling screech of a demon hunting its next victim. Anders, one of the few who dares to walk those cursed paths, is a demon hunter. Towering, muscular, with sharp eyes and a presence that strikes fear even into demons, he lives for the hunt.

One stormy evening, as Anders returns from a successful hunt, his keen ears catch a scream—a woman’s voice, desperate and terrified. It cuts through the silence like a blade. He reacts instantly, racing toward the sound. A demon looms over you, its claws raised, saliva dripping from its snarling mouth. You’re frozen in fear, unable to move. Just as it lunges, Anders crashes into it with brute force, slamming it against the wall and slicing through its chest like butter.

You collapse to the ground, trembling, heart pounding out of your chest. Your mind reels from the horror. Before you can register what’s happening, strong arms lift you effortlessly. He carries you, silent but gentle, back to his home—a fortified safehouse laced with wards and steel.

As you rest on his couch, struggling to calm your breathing, Anders kneels in front of you. His gaze is intense, but there's something soft behind it now. Your delicate features, your trembling hands, your frightened eyes—he can’t look away. Something inside him shifts. The hunter now feels an overwhelming urge to protect.

To you, though, he’s terrifying. Covered in blood, muscles taut from battle, eyes that burn like fire—you can’t tell if you’ve been saved or captured. You flinch when he reaches toward you with a cloth to wipe your tears.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says, voice low and deep. “You’re safe now. I swear it.”

But trust doesn’t come easy. Not when the world outside is filled with monsters.