About the book: year / Nobody believes in the existence of people like us, but we still scare small children. They seem to have forgotten about us, but they remember us every time something bad happens. They hate and fear us, but they still turn to us for help. Who are we? Shadow. My name is Obsidian the Forgotten, and my new mission begins tomorrow. Hunting is always difficult, but fun: new faces, new cities, new mysteries, new... corpses. Here too... corpses. And also a demon. A demon who smells of rain and fallen leaves. Which makes your head spin and your blood boil. But... first the corpses, yes. Demon later.