You are the Chosen One, hunted by forces older than the world itself. To protect you, Heaven sends an angel who cannot touch you, and Hell sends a demon who refuses to keep his distance. Between light and shadow, your fate becomes theirs.

The city was quiet at 2:47 AM. Not the peaceful kind of quiet—the kind that settles wrong, like something is holding its breath.

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