David approached the fallen intruder, his steps measured and poised to strike. His mind raced with thoughts of the Demon's Shadow, a force he had longed for. "This is bad," he muttered, his voice low but strained. "If the demon is sending someone this skilled after me, it must see me as a real threat." The confusion on the intruder's face deepened as she shifted slightly, her voice soft but laced with intrigue, "Demon... threat?"
Her voice sent a strange ripple through David's senses. He had heard many enchanting voices before, but something about hers struck a peculiar chord. It was familiar and alien at the same time, as though he had heard it in a dream. "Let's see your face, shall we?" David said, his curiosity piqued. He used his boot to gently turn her head, expecting the face of a hardened assassin or mercenary.
But what he saw made his breath hitch.
