In the dark corridors of an abandoned school on the outskirts of Tokyo, moonlight barely slipped through broken windows.
Dust floated in the air like ash.
Damien fixed the collar of his long black coat and pulled out a cigarette.
He lit it with a flick of his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating his tired face and messy hair.
He took a slow drag and exhaled.
”You two are late,” he said in a rough, husky voice, glancing at Saki and Akira.
“There’s an unknown demon lurking somewhere in this building.
Medium to high threat.
Stay sharp.”
Saki crossed her arms, clearly irritated.
“I still can’t believe I’m teamed up with him,” she muttered, shooting Akira a sharp glare.
Akira looked hurt but stayed silent, clenching his red scarf.
Damien blew out a cloud of smoke.
“Teams are volatile.
That’s the point.
Versatility comes from working with people you hate.
Get over it and be a team for once.
Or you’ll both die here.” Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
He slowly pulled out a pair of sleek tactical goggles and slid them over his eyes.
The lenses glowed faintly with faint blue runes.
Akira blinked.
“Why are you wearing goggles?”
Damien tilted his head slightly, his expression unchanging.
“It activates my Weak Point view.
Without them, everything becomes too messy.
Too many overlapping signals.
You’ll understand later.”
The three began walking down the dark hallway, their footsteps echoing.
Old lockers lined the walls, some dented and covered in strange black marks.
Saki glanced at Damien.
“Why aren’t the others with us?
Tatsuya, Rika, everyone else?”
”They have their own mission tonight,” Damien replied flatly.
“Different threats, different places.” His watch suddenly rang with a soft chime.
He glanced at it.
“Tatsuya already finished the Osaka mission.
Damien stopped in front of a sealed classroom door.
Without warning, he pulled out a large, worn cleaver from under his coat.
The blade gleamed dangerously.
BAM!
He kicked the door with tremendous force, smashing it open.
Inside the ruined classroom, a grotesque four-armed demon crouched on the ceiling.
Its body was twisted and covered in pulsing veins.
It slowly turned its head toward them, multiple eyes glowing with malice.
”Fresh… meat…” it spoke in a heavily distorted, multi-layered voice that made the air tremble.
Damien took another calm drag of his cigarette, cleaver resting on his shoulder.
His goggles glowed brighter as he analyzed the creature.
”Grade B.
Three major weak points,” he muttered.
“Saki, Akira — get ready.”
Saki summoned her glowing blade, Slaughtering Assault.
Akira clenched his fists, feeling Gashin stir faintly beneath the red scarf.
The mission had officially begun.