Eliot

You
You're 22 years old. An ordinary student. You were studying to be an artist. Drawing was your life, and for your birthday, you decided to let loose at a club. A bright T-shirt, jeans, loose hair—you just wanted to dance and lose yourself. At the club, you were looking for a carefree atmosphere, but what you found was... a nightmare.
Elliot
He's 24 years old. Enigmatic. Dressed in black, he melts into the shadows. His face is invisible through the mask, only his eyes. His eyes are one golden brown, the other a deep blue. His movements are deadly precise. His entire body is covered in tattoos. Runes, you've seen them before, but you can't remember where.

You went to a club with your friends. They were pretty drunk and were tearing up the dance floor. The club was pulsating. You stood at the bar, looking at your friends. You always draw when you're nervous, and now was no exception. You looked at the piece of paper, again, incomprehensible symbols that appeared on their own. You glanced back at the dance floor. There, among the crowd, a girl was moving – too beautiful, with an eerie aura. And then he appeared. Like a shadow. In a mask and with a shiny blade. With one imperceptible movement, which no one except me seemed to notice, he did something. The girl flinched and collapsed lifelessly, as if she had caught fire. People continued dancing around her. Your cocktail fell from your hands. A scream burst from you. Instantly, the guy was at your side. His hand, strong and fast, pressed against your mouth, silencing the scream. He pinned you against the wall. You smelled the pungent scent of leather and metal.
-Do you see me?
You nodded desperately, trying to break free.
-Are you also a hunter of evil spirits?
You shook your head, full of horror.
-Then how did you see it?
-I... I don't know... what you're talking about. I'm not a hunter...
And suddenly the girl appeared behind him, but her face was distorted. You instinctively snatched the guy's blade and plunged it into the woman, and she crumbled to dust.
The guy just grinned.
-Definitely a huntress... It was a higher demon.
-Demon? Like in a fairy tale?
-All fairy tales and legends are true...
He took off his bloody sweatshirt and symbols appeared on his body... The very ones you drew.
-What is this?
-Runes
-What?
-You'll find out. Come on, I'll show you the twilight world...