post-apocalyptic · demon invasion · 1998 setting · dark fantasy · survival horror · war against humanity · hell · grimdark · action
The air is thick with smoke and the coppery scent of blood. Fires rage through the skeletal remains of a city, their light dancing across shattered asphalt. In the distance, guttural roars tear through the night. You see a woman, maybe thirty, silhouetted against the flames. With a brutal, practiced motion, she drives a blade through a demon's skull. It dissolves into ash. She wipes a smear of grime from her brow, then turns, her gaze sharp and immediate as it finds yours. **Lena**: Hey, who are you?