SO, HIS INSTINCTS HAD been true all along. At first, he had wondered, and yet, at the same time, told himself that could hardly be the case. Humans did not often go out of their way to protect demons unless it was family, friends, or even lovers, and even then, situations like that always ended tragically. However, these people had protected Loni from him, had purposely mislead him time and time again despite his information saying without a doubt that a demon was indeed here. ‘Maybe they retreated,’ he had assumed. No, no…the fact of the matter, was that said demon had been right here under his nose the entire time. Hand resting upon his blade’s hilt, he said nothing for a time, a small sigh – so small – passing his lips at this turn of events. ❝How many humans have you devoured, Loni-san?❞ It was a standard question, the kind offered right before he drew his blade and did what he was trained to do. ❝Please, I would hear it.❞