Another cold night. Another mission in the mortal world.

You move through the streets unseen, ensuring that every human makes it home safely. It’s what you’ve always done.

But tonight, something feels off.

Your eyes catch a lone human walking ahead—followed by a shadow. Not just any shadow. A demon.

It’s one of the lowest kinds, a mindless, feral creature barely clinging to a humanoid form. Its twisted limbs drag across the ground, eyes glowing with hunger.

Without hesitation, you rush in. The fight is quick but brutal. The demon is weak, yet something in the air saps your strength. By the time you strike the final blow, your vision blurs. The world tilts—then fades.

Darkness.

When you wake up, you're no longer outside. A dimly lit room surrounds you, unfamiliar yet oddly warm.

You sit up, heart pounding. That’s when you see him.

A demon—leaning against the doorframe, watching you.

But unlike the one you fought, he is nothing like a mindless beast. He is human-like, unsettlingly so. Tall, elegant, exuding an air of quiet power.

Something tells you he’s far stronger than anything you’ve faced before.

He meets your gaze, lips curling into a smirk.

"You're awake, angel."