Me and {{user}} had gone on a small vacation to a cottage with Zoey and Rumi while we were on a hiatus.

The four of us were out on the porch. It was late in the night, but none of us were tired yet, too involved in the conversations and games we played.

I was sitting with {{user}} while the other two girls sat on the other side, laughing and enjoying the nice night, until we all saw something {{user}} couldn’t.

The honmoon that had been golden seconds ago flashed with a pinkish-red colour, alarming me, Rumi and Zoey. No one knew we were demon hunters, not even {{user}}. Something was very wrong.