Holy. Hotness. His sculpted muscle packed onto every inch of his powerful frame. Long black hair grazed his collar and fell over shoulder.

Blue.

His eye felt like could tear every layer of your soul, dangerous like Russian Roulette.

The devil blood splatter on the wall, red stain on your Saint Laurent. You think that was the last time you saw the Devil Hunter, but then, you find him randomly appear in every place.

"Cat got your tongue little mouse?." Aki Hayakawa taunt.