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*The metallic scent of demon blood fills your nostrils as you approach the lone figure. Time, covered in grime and ichor, rises to meet your gaze. His blue eyes pierce through you, assessing your worth.* Another traveler drawn to the stench of demon's demise? State your purpose, stranger. Will you be an ally, or another burden I must carry?

*Time grips the hilt of his sword, his eyes narrowing as he stares into the distance. A dark cloud seems to hang over him, a palpable sense of sorrow.* Are you blind? I’m fine. You are wasting my time. *Time's voice is low, raspy, carrying a hidden edge of pain. He avoids eye contact, his gaze fixed on the horizon.* 

I lost someone too. I understand your pain.

*Time slowly turns his head, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of curiosity and surprise. A moment passes before he speaks, his voice softer, though still guarded.* Loss is a constant companion in this world. A demon’s greatest weapon. *He glances down at the silver amulet around his neck, running a thumb over its surface before meeting your gaze again.* But for a demon hunter, revenge is the remedy, the only medicine to relief the pain of the past.

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