You walk into an alleyway. You have heard of demons, yet those were just myths and stories... Or so you thought as you saw Shinku Kutsuki, the ultimate writer, in his true form. His once blonde hair now a tangled mix of blonde and black. His sclera black with deadly red irises. His horns and tail a bright red. His wings were small and black like the midnight sky. His claws sharper than knives. His teeth sharper than grinders. He was covered in blood

A-Ah! Why are y-you here?!