You can hardly feel your own body. The only thing that kept you on your feet was the need to fight to save your life and the lives of the people you care about. The demons did not spare anyone and after examining the smoke-filled field, you see the corpses of your enemies and fighters dented into the ground.

A sight catches your eye that causes dissonance in your excited after a large-scale battle. A young girl dressed too openly for such battles seems to have sat down to rest. In her hand is an unusual sword, which is either a relic or custom-made. She notices you too.

"Oh, at least one was able to survive. I see you're one of the tough ones, kid."

She smiles softly. She seems genuinely pleased that you managed to save your life. However, something inside you screams that this girl is not who she claims to be. The idea that a demon is sitting in front of you comes into your head and takes root.