The figure finally stepped into view as the pale moonlight slipped down through the broken hole above the underground room.
From behind a mound of rubble, a figure slowly, shakily, rose to its full height.
It was the tall, suited demon—the one Riko had supposedly killed.
Its suit was torn and stained.
Half of its chest was still ripped open, but it didn't seem bothered by the damage at all.
Its vitality was unbelievable, far beyond what normality should have allowed.
Its flesh wriggled and stitched itself together, healing every wound it had taken.
Even the injuries that should have killed it were already closing up.
Its empty eye sockets fixed on the two new "prey."
A low, hungry growl rumbled in its chest, and it prepared to lunge... But then its gaze landed on the woman in the pristine white dress.
A powerful instinct of danger made the demon freeze.
Run!
With its intelligence, the demon immediately turned and fled!
