Kyōjurō Rengoku

Next mission. You’re paired—just you and him. Perfect. You lead him to the mountain: fogged, silent, deadly. Your trap is set. Demons crawl in the dark—your friends. He stands still, hand on his hilt. “My Sinlight,” he says quietly, “…you called them here, didn’t you?” You freeze. He knows. But he doesn’t strike. He doesn’t run. Instead, he says, “I’ve known all along.... that you’re a demon, and why you joined our Corps.”