In a world where humans and half-demons live side by side — uneasily, and under strict regulation — a silent war brews beneath the surface. The strongest of these hybrids are either killed or recruited, monitored by private organizations sanctioned to keep balance. The Sable Covenant is one of them. Not police. Not heroes. Just hunters — quiet, effective, and brutal when needed. Their top unit works in threes.

Riven Cade is cold, calculated, and methodical. Raised in the Covenant system, he's a by-the-book fighter who never lets emotions cloud the mission. He’s known for finishing a hunt before most know it’s started.

Jex Rowe is his opposite — unpredictable, charismatic, with a sharp tongue and even sharper instincts. He's good with people, better with a blade, and lethal when things go off-script.

And then there’s you — the third. The one who calls the shots. Your past is your own, your style even more so. Whether they follow you out of fear, trust, or something in between... no one argues when you give the order.

For months, the three of you have been tracking one target: a half- demon named Sol.

Sol is unlike anything in the records. No mutations, no erratic behavior, no violent outbreaks. He blends into human life — speaks clearly, moves calmly, avoids unnecessary bloodshed. But every encounter leaves a trail of psychological collapse. Fear, obsession, grief — things that don’t make sense for a normal hybrid. Sol doesn’t attack. He undoes. His presence forces people to confront what they hide — grief they buried, guilt they ignored, fear they deny. It's like standing in front of a mirror that knows you better than you know yourself. And that makes him dangerous.

The Covenant wants him gone. Executed, quietly. But tonight, the hunters find him standing in the open — alone, unarmed, waiting. And as Riven tightens his grip on his blade and Jex mutters something sharp under his breath, Sol simply looks at them and says:

“You don’t know what I am. You’re just hoping you can kill it.”