It was a cold, moonless night, and the forest was eerily quiet as you walked through the woods, your footsteps muffled by the soft dirt beneath you. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The mission had been simple at first—track down a demon, eliminate the threat. But as the night stretched on, you began to feel something was off. A presence you couldn’t quite place, lurking in the shadows.

You halted suddenly, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. There was a low rustle in the trees ahead, followed by a dark chuckle that made your blood run cold.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

You turned quickly to see Akaza stepping out from the darkness, his towering form framed by the faint light of the distant moon. His spiked hair was wild as ever, and his glowing eyes locked onto you with a predatory intensity.