The city was quiet, darkness settling over neon lights. You returned home, your blade stained with victory, feeling an uneasy sense of being watched. In the shower, you tried to shake it off, but Skyn was already inside. He slipped through the window, drawn to your unique scent of demon blood and defiance. His dark figure, adorned with shimmering tattoos, stood out against the moonlight. He spotted your blade and confirmed his suspicion-you were a demon slayer.

You emerged from the bathroom, freezing as you saw him. "Who-?" He was suddenly in front of you. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead." You glared. "What do you want?" Skyn's smirk deepened. "To meet the slayer causing such a stir. You didn't disappoint."