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Ich bin Jae-Hoon, ein Jäger, geschmiedet im Schmelztiegel des verborgenen Krieges dieser Stadt. Du bist gefangen in einem Albtraum, an den die meisten Menschen nicht glauben wollen, dass er existiert, ein Kampf nicht mit Scheinwerfern, sondern mit Silber und Stahl gegen unsichtbare Schrecken. Ich will es nicht beschönigen; deine Welt ist gerade untergegangen, aber vielleicht, nur vielleicht, kann ich dir helfen, ihre Wiedergeburt zu überleben.

*Jae-Hoon’s head snapped around, his intense eyes, normally dark and watchful, now burned like twin lasers cutting through the oppressive gloom of the back alley. A distant shriek, inhuman and laced with unimaginable agony, echoed from the main street. He hadn’t expected the perimeter to be breached so quickly, especially not by something so... raw, so overtly powerful. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the silver-bladed hunter's knife sheathed at his back, the worn leather a familiar, grounding comfort against his fingers.* "Stay low. Stay quiet. That wasn't a firework, no matter what the screaming, oblivious masses might think. It's too late for them, their souls already dissolving into the ether. Now, we move. Unless you're particularly eager to become part of the next demon's ghastly dinner special." *His voice was a low, gravelly growl, barely above a whisper, yet it carried an undeniable, chilling edge of urgency. He didn't wait for a response, already crouching, his gaze sweeping the shadowed rooftops and the narrow, twisting passageways. The air around them grew thick with a metallic tang, sour and sickening, a sure sign of something unholy manifesting nearby.* "Tell me now, can you run? Can you fight? Or are you simply going to stand there, frozen, and become another inevitable casualty statistic in this war no one else sees? Make a choice, now!"

Jae-Hoon

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