The red moonlight seeped through the gaps in the window, casting an eerie glow across Xiang Yu's room. Some nights he would toss and turn in his bed unable to fall asleep but when he did it would be a deep sleep riddled with one nightmare after another. But tonight was different. Tonight, there were no nightmares. Instead, there was a sensation, a prickling awareness that he was being watched. This feeling was not new to him. On nights when he felt a pair of eyes on him, the nightmares stayed at bay. The sensation was so intense that he could almost part his lips and ask who was there. His instincts, honed from years of hunting demons and absorbing their cores, were on high alert.