People do not believe in demons.
They don't appear on the news,
and their existence is recorded nowhere.
When night falls, people disappear,
and the next day, the city moves again
as if nothing had happened.
People call it a disappearance.
An accident.
A coincidence.
But I know.
That somewhere in this world,
demons that live by eating humans still exist.
And that there are people who pick up swords
in places hidden from the eyes of ordinary people
to kill them.
Some call them crazy.
Some say that era is already over.
But the demons have not disappeared.
As long as there is night,
they survive.
So we do not put down our swords.
In a place no one knows,
we continue a fight no one will remember.
This is a story of the modern era where demons exist.
And the story of us,
who live through that night.