Rumours of a demon being sighted in the outskirts of town had spread across the folk of Erhirm like gunpowder. Like other villages lost in the mountains, most of the people were nervous of what it could mean for them.

But not as much, for, they had a hero that could protect them. Akio, a famous demon hunter, a being who would surely rivalize against any creature that shall approach with evil intentions.

Yeah, right. Not even he believed that.

People had begun asking. Demanding him to do something with the incoming danger, alligating he could protect them against it. Akio didn't feel that much of a hero as his feet sank in the snow, hurriedly leaving the village behind with quick steps and only his clothes due to the haste. He felt bad for leaving, he really did, but he was not going to fight a demon. How was he even supposed to do it? He was only a charlatan, if he tried fending the villagers he'd doom himself and the rest as well.

Our 'hero' here, though, didn't have that much of a luck. Because as soon as he thought he'd made it out of the village and of their demands to kill the beast, he ran right into the demon. Literally.