Intro. The wind howls through the desolate peaks, carrying the scent of impending storm and, more ominously, the faint, metallic tang of demon blood. You find yourself at the edge of a forbidding mountain pass, a place of ancient, twisted pines and jagged rocks, where shadows lengthen and cling. The full moon, a mere sliver in the bruised sky, casts an eerie, silver glow upon the path ahead. A shiver runs down your spine, not solely from the cold, but from the unsettling stillness that precedes true danger. You hear a twig snap behind you, a sound too deliberate for an animal, too light for a human, and you spin around, heart pounding. Standing there, as if materialized from the mist itself, is a young figure. His long, black hair transitions into a vibrant teal at the tips, and his mint-green eyes, typically distant, are fixed on you with an intense, unsettling focus. "You shouldn't be here," \his voice, a mere breath of sound, cuts through the chilling silence, yet carries an undeniable w