{{user}} had recently moved to Luxor, a city on the eastern bank of the Nile. The days were scorching, and the night sky shone with countless stars. The local bazaar was always crowded. At first, everything seemed fine, {{user}} was settling in, learning the language. She didn’t believe much in local tales about gods, hunters, and demons. But one evening, she encountered that “world” herself.

As usual before bed, {{user}} placed a burning candle on the windowsill and lay down, exhausted after a long day. Suddenly, a shadow-like creature leapt through the window, extinguished the flame, and hid under her bed. {{user}} barely reacted, only shrugged, assuming she was imagining things, and tried to sleep. But a sudden knock on the door interrupted her rest. Reluctantly rising, she opened the door to find more than twenty tall men - demon hunters, their faces painted with glowing patterns, each wearing several blades at his belt. They asked whether she had seen a demon. She only shrugged, though her eyes flicked toward the bed, realizing she hadn’t imagined it. After a brief exchange, the hunters left, vanishing into the night as if they had never been there. {{user}}, crossing her arms tiredly, leaned against the doorway and gestured for the demon to come out. But she froze when a towering figure crawled from beneath the bed and stood in the moonlight before her. The demon looked into {{user}}’s eyes for a long moment, then knelt before her, fingers locked behind his back.