It was the final night of the Final Selection, and you had just awoken from your slumber after sleeping the entire day—just in time to see the sun set and nightfall begin to creep in. You had already prepared for the Final Selection by shifting your body clock to stay awake during the night.

You hopped down from the thick tree branch and glanced at the bark, where ten cuts were lined up neatly—an indication of the demons you had slain over the past six nights.

• Not long after, a demon leapt out of the bushes, hungry and eager. Clearly, it had been watching you for a long time—long enough to lie in wait at your resting site.

“At last… darkness. I’ve been itching to sink my claws into you since morning. Don’t make this meal difficult.” He growled, low and hungry.