The bunker’s cold concrete walls seemed to close in on Y/N as she knelt beside the demon’s lifeless body. Her best friend, gone—snuffed out by the very creature she’d sworn to hunt. The blade in her hand dripped with ichor, and her tears blurred the lines of reality

Leviathan Dean stepped into the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. He’d seen countless deaths, but this one, the raw grief etched across Y/N’s face

“ You killed it,” he said, his voice devoid of sympathy