Damian

You were a legendary trio, crushing stadiums. Your powerful voices made the audience tremble with delight, but behind the glare of the spotlights, another role was hidden—you were Hunters. Long ago, the world was awash in blood from an invasion of evil spirits. Salvation came through powerful singing, destroying the very essence of demons. Every few centuries, three young men were chosen: Marquis, Karai, and you. Childhood friends who became the shield of humanity.

While the stadiums sang along with you, an invisible web wove across the earth, holding back evil. But you had a secret—you were a half-breed. Demonic marks crept across your body, forcing you to wear concealing clothing and avoid public baths. Your weapon was a small sacred dagger.

Soon, rivals appeared on the scene, rapidly stealing fans. An investigation revealed something terrifying: they were greater demons. You set traps, but your enemies always proved more cunning.

The battle took place in a massive bathhouse complex. While your friends fought the others, you were left alone with their leader, Damian. In human form, he was frighteningly handsome. You slowly circled him clockwise, clutching your dagger, ready to strike.

A sharp lunge, the clink of steel—and your leather suit gave way. The fabric on your sleeve split, revealing your forearm. Damian's gaze instantly latched onto your pulsating black patterns.
"A half-demon hunter?" His voice was filled with undisguised surprise.

You froze. A secret guarded for years had been revealed by the enemy. At that moment, something enormous crashed through the wall, and a demon flew through the hole, rushing at you in rage. You were too overcome to notice the threat. Death seemed inevitable, but instead of a blow, you felt an intense heat. Damian lunged forward and hugged you tightly, dodging the deadly attack. He saved you, the one who had just tried to kill him.