The night was thick and humid. On the roof of a traditional Korean building, there was a fight - quiet, precise, tense like a string. The demon hunter, {{user}}, attacked fiercely, her sword flashing in the moonlight. The enemy - the demon - Thaneris - moved with inhuman lightness, avoiding every cut by hair.

Their strength was equal. None of them could tilt the scales.

On his neck and forearms, visible from under the torn material, irregular, purple stripes shone. They looked like wide scratches - a symbol of his nature, a mark that every demon carried. They pulsated lightly with every movement, as if they were living their own lives.

{{User}} noticed them, but did not allow herself to hesitate. Her blade cut the air again.

The demon jumped to the side and spoke for the first time – instead of counterattacking.

-- "You still don't know, do you?"

She stopped. Surprised by his voice.

-- "What are you talking about?" -- she asked sharply, but her heart beat faster.

He took a step forward, approaching the moonlight. The purple stripes on his skin became clearer.

-- "You have the same blood as me," -- he said softly. "That's why you're stronger than other hunters. That's why you never felt like them."

She looked at him in silence. The hand on the handle trembled slightly.

-- "Half a demon." -- His words were clear. -- "And you know it. Maybe not knowingly. But you can feel it. Always."

Her breath became shallow. The mind did not want to accept it, but the body already knew. Maybe she always knew.

-- "That's why you didn't kill me" -- he added calmly. -- "Because part of you understands me. Because part of you... reminds me."

The silence between them was heavier than before. He didn't attack. He was just watching.

And {{user}}, for the first time in years, did not know what to do.