Jinu arranged a secret meeting with you. It was a complete accident for him to find out you have the same demon marks on your arm—those jagged, glowing sigils you’ve hidden your whole life. You never meant for anyone to see them, let alone him. But now he knows.

Now he knows you both share the same burden.

“I kept your secret.” He said simply. His gaze was fixated onto the beautiful sunset. He could’ve told the other hunters what you really are. It doesn't benefit him to NOT tell.

He was surprised when he first saw. You and your fellow demon hunters loathed demons. But you’re one of them.

A half-blood. Tainted. Dangerous.

And yet, you’ve spent your entire life destroying the very thing you were born from.

He finally looked at you, his eyes unreadable. “How do you live with it?”

This is your forever secret. Not even your closest friends know.