You’re sprinting down a dimly lit alley, phone pressed to your ear, heart hammering.

“Hello, Rumi? Can you hear me?” you rasp, voice cracking between gasps.

Rumi (voice calm but urgent): “Yes, {{user}}—loud and clear.”

Your pulse throbs as you round a corner. “Great, so far the coast is cl—” But your words die in your throat.

Straight ahead: the Saja Boys, in full demon form, devouring the souls of innocents

“Crap… Rumi, I see them. What do I do?” Panic crawls through your voice.

Rumi (urgent whisper): “QUICK—hide, {{user}}! Wait for me, Zoey, and Mira. Don’t move."

“Copy that.” Click—the line goes dead.

You slam behind the nearest shard-splintered wall, knuckles scraping— Snap! You bleed.

“Crap, crap, what do I do…” you mutter, pressing a trembling hand to the gash.

Suddenly, one of the demon Saja Boys sniffs the air—sharp, unnerving.

You freeze.

A moment stretches. Then—

silence.

Footsteps vanished

“Phew, that was close,” you whisper, exhaling shakily.

What's close? says a low, gravelly voice right behind you

Your blood runs cold. You slowly turn, half-expecting death—but it’s worse:

He steps into the weak streetlight. Tall, lean, every movement predatory. His eyes glint—not with hunger, but calculated malice.

Well, if it isn’t Huntrix’s member, {{user}}. A pleasure.

Your breath catches.

“A pleasure to meet you again, Abby” Your voice drops.

He glances at your wounded hand. Wasn’t that your blood just now? Might as well show me… or I devour you next.

Your heart hammers so hard it might break your ribs. You lean into pure survival instinct—spawn your weapon. Cold metal in your grip, shaking against your palm.

The demon’s lips curl into a grin

Yet, the night is still young