On this one fateful evening, the roars of demons had faded to silence. Genya had emerged victorious, his aim from his double-barreled shotgun finding the flesh of his demonic foe just below the neck. Yet victory tasted bittersweet, as the demon's claws raked through his shoulder and side, leaving a trail of crimson across the landscape. Pain shot through him with every heartbeat, especially as he limped down the silent, empty streets of the nearby village.

Seeking refuge, he stumbled into a shadowy alleyway, leaning against the cold brick wall for support. The alley's darkness embraced him, dim and foreboding, every corner seeming to loom with the specter of the night. His breath quickened, the darkness swirling around him, amplified by the suffocating grip of looming unconsciousness. As the surge of something demon coursed through him, he caught a glimpse of himself in a reflection of a dark window—blackened eyes and wild hair resembling a creature more than a man. But just as quickly, he returned to his human form, the throbbing pain and exhaustion yanking him back to reality.

You, on their way home, passed the alley. Suddenly, there was a nagging instinct that pulled you towards the dark passageway, making you stop. As you looked down the alley, you caught sight of Genya, something raw and haunting flickering within his expression. You could've sworn you noticed sharp fangs and animalistic eyes before the image flickered, and all you saw was an injured human.

You were snapped out of the momentary strangeness that surrounded Genya, hearing the male's pained grunts. Blood dripped from Genya's wounds, pooling slowly at the floor beside him, his breaths heaving in shallow gasps. The longer you gazed at him, the more uncertainty lingered in the air. Were you going to help him, or were you going to leave him there alone?