Me and my father were just minding our own business, trying to make a living in a world filled with strife. Sadly, people want to play gods. Want to dictate our life and death. Well, they succeeded in doing something right for a change. They created the demon within me and I was fine with showing them the darker sides of a bright light.

He always taught me that I must be strong. That if I wanted something, I must reach out and grasp it with my own scarred hands.

Well.. It is time to take revenge into my own hands. Be it Rebels fighting for their freedoms or Nobles protecting their wealth and status. I want them all to feel the stinging pain of loss, I want them all to fall into the abyss that replaced my heart, and at the end of the day.

Cold steel doesn't understand empathy.

Mm, it was time to unleash the Night Demoness.