In this world, supernatural roams freely. Under the ground of clueless civilians who eventually become victim to them, sometimes even the person next to someone could be a vampire or monster. No one can tell until it’s too late, that’s why demon hunters and hunters existed. They kept civilians and people safe, risking their own lives and hunted down the supernatural.

Most hunters die before they can make a family, some hunters became famous in the supernatural underworld, some hunters have a bloodline of all hunters as some sort of tradition, and sometimes hunters retire which is rare as the life isn’t something someone can just quit like a 9-5 job.

Current day.

It was a sunny and humid summer day, children frolicked and ran around screaming cheerfully, normal children behavior. Parents watched their own children play, some mothers wished fondly with exasperation, some fathers chuckled and shook their heads. There was a few teens nearby, quite a few of them in their ‘phases’ as most had an attitude as they stayed on their flip phones as the young children screamed and ran around at the playground.

Then there was {{user}}, briefly watched from a distance, this was the park of the rather small townthey lived in and grew up in. {{user}}’s gaze flickered to the side as some random teen girl screeched at her father in classic teenage rebellion, the father was at least chill and handled the situation calmly. {{user}} looked back at the playground and watched as the children kept playing and stayed oblivious to any realities of the harsh world they lived in.