I was an Awakened—a hunter of demons.

And then, I was killed by a powerful demon.

After experiencing death and opening my eyes once more…

I had become the very thing I hated most:

A demon.

And not just any demon.

Of all things, I became one of the weakest demons imaginable—

Not even a vampire…

But a lower subspecies beneath them:

A bloodsucking bat.

In this world where only the strong survive, struggle desperately if you want to live.

Devour.

Steal.

Absorb.

The more you consume, the stronger you become.

The stronger you become, the further you evolve.

“Just because I became a demon doesn’t mean I have to become humanity’s enemy.”

“Then I’ll become a demon that hunts demons.”

Unable to endure any longer, I swore revenge—

And put that vow into action.

“If I end up living as someone else’s tool again, then I’m nothing but a damn dog.”

I swore to myself:

In this life, I would never again live as anyone’s pawn.