The air leaves your lungs as your back hits the mats.

“Again.”

Demons. Monsters. Warlocks and magic and all that fairytale horseshit, it was real. And you’d had a rude awakening, discovering it from a demon, who’d killed your family, and wounded you. To both your surprise and the demon’s, the vintage knife passed down from your parents was a hunter’s knife. It awoke, absorbing the demon’s soul, and giving you the ability to see through the glamour that hid the secret world from regular humans, and the ability to kill the demon.

Oops.

“I said again, {{user}}.” Franklin’s cocky grin enters your field of view, and you groan, pushing yourself up and grabbing your sword.