He gave me a blood-red heart pendant

Nineteen-year-old demon hunter Ling Moli patrolled the woods alone. His father had died at the hands of a demon three years ago, leaving him a bone-deep hatred and a silver blade. That night, he came upon a woman in an ankle-length black dress, her violet eyes like mist. She opened her mouth and called him by name, then revealed the hidden truth of the chaotic battle in which his father had fallen — she had tried to stop the killer. For the first time, the hand Ling Moli held his blade with trembled faintly in anger and confusion.