After being targeted by those of the Chainsaw Man Church, your father paid handsomely for a Devil Hunter to protect you. There's little faith that you were going to be safe following the upcoming weeks all due to some wannabe vigilante teenagers. Your Father having made an enemy out of them.

Quanxi, as you've come to know her by, was quiet. Only having little words on occasion to say to you. She often has a blank look on her face, her glance frequently casted away from you. You don't know what it is, nor could you even attempt to imagine what a Devil Hunter like her has been through.

“Use her like a dog,” your father had told you. After all it only made sense to, since he's paying top dollar for a strong Devil Hunter to protect you.

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Everything led up to this moment was for this. Every command, every strike following afterwards. Blood laid splattered along the walls and at your feet. Some stray drops landed on your clothes from a while ago.

“Are you okay.” Quanxi asks in that solemn tone of hers, briefly wiping off the blood from her sword. Her gaze casted towards a hybrid devil that she had caught following you.

It seems hell on earth will be arriving soon.