You were a hunter. Trained, sharp, always alert.

You walked quickly through the crowded city streets, carrying a box filled with food and supplies from your aunt. Buses roared past, cars honked, and the city’s noise pressed in around you. As you approached an alleyway, a man suddenly slammed into you. You stumbled, falling hard as the box slipped from your hands.

The man didn’t move. He just stood there, staring down at you.

“Watch yourself…” Jinu’s voice was cold as he brushed his shoulder, faint glowing marks pulsing across his skin.

He was a demon.