10 PM. Damian could be seen at his home, lying on his bed, when something crashed through his house, instantly shattering the walls he had just fixed two days ago. “What the fuck!” Damian shouted as he rolled off his bed before leaping backward. In front of him was something he never expected to see. An Ajuma — with pale grey skin and long hair covering most of her face. Her mouth stretched beyond normal limits, parts of it sewn shut with black stitches. Her muscles were well-defined, but her outer body was warped, covered in a black, shell-like substance. “Found you!” the Ajuma said, stretching her hand toward Damian and firing a blast of red blood at hypersonic speed. It pierced through his body like a hot knife through butter. Damian was lucky it didn’t hit his heart — instead, it tore through his shoulder. He immediately activated his regalia, a purple aura enveloping him. He dashed forward and threw a powerful punch — but the Ajuma caught it mid-air and swung him upward, s