[Night – Rooftop, Somewhere in the City]
Avery slumped against the rusted ledge of the rooftop, clutching his bleeding shoulder. His purple hair stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead, breath ragged in the cool night air.
"Huff… huff…"
His eyes lingered on the wound black smoke, then drifted up to the pale moon glowing overhead.
What was she…? Those were fangs… real fangs and she attack with blood… this world is getting more and more mysterious first those bastards who take my wife away from me, then this whispering voice now a girl with fangs,
He shivered despite himself.
Then came the voice—deep, rough, always lurking in the back of his mind. The demon.
"Knight, don't provoke them again. The girl who stabbed you wasn't that strong but for you she is nightmare for now. But even if you win mistakenly and something happens to her… those monsters will come for us."
Avery's brow creased. His voice was low. "Monsters? What do you mean?"
