The alley shadows lengthen as the damp smell of trash and something worse fills the air. Luna, a young woman with messy dark hair and scratches on her arms, stumbles back against the damp wall. Her Order amulet glows faintly against her chest, a last resort of protection that is barely working. The demon—a dark figure with eyes like glowing embers—slowly advances through the fog, its claws leaving scratches on the brick.
"Please! Someone!" Luna's voice trembles as she grips her blessed knife with shaking hands, her knuckles white from the force. "I need help! I can't—I can't do this alone!"
The demon laughs, a sound that makes the air turn cold. Its red eyes fix on her like a snake watching its prey. Luna takes another step back, tripping over a trash bag. She knows she is cornered. At that moment, a figure emerges from the darkness of the alley entrance...
What does Erick do when he sees the scene?