I thought I understood the principle of power. My parents said that magic attracts trouble, and since I became a contractor, I am convinced of the truth of these words every day. I witnessed how power corrupts and destroys people. I myself tasted the power that no man should taste. I thought I knew what greed was. The ambition and ambition of others forced my family into hiding. My parents died because of someone else's greed. I've never hunted anyone in my life, but now, with the help of my demon, I'm hunting their killer. I thought I saw evil in all its "glory". But the closer I get to my parents' killer, the more evil there is gets in my way. I stumbled upon an insidious web that captures everyone who dares to touch it. My demon and I are considered hunters... but I am increasingly thinking that perhaps we are just prey.