It was entirely bound by chains to the fitness equipment, its hands tied up, unable to move its entire body. A large bump occupied its forehead, with dark red bloodstains crawling across half of its face. On the left cheek, a bright red palm print was extremely conspicuous.
"This... Ah... Is this a Shadow Demon?!"
Theresa covered her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief. She could not believe that the man in front of her, ragged and battered like a beggar, was the red-eye Shadow Demon that in the darkness of night hunted and danced in a sea of blood, slaughtering humans with the same ease as crushing an ant.
Seemingly hearing what she said, the Shadow Demon lifted its head irritably to glance at Theresa. Theresa was startled once again, taking two fearful steps back. "What the hell are you looking at? Behave!" A big slap came down hard on it again.
Another bright red palm print appeared on the right cheek of the Shadow Demon.
