When I was just a boy, I grew up in a remote village. Everything was fine until they showed up; A religious group from lands far away came to our town in the middle of the night. They came offering gifts to the people of the town- Their magic helped the land grow and our crops were plentiful. They were regarded as heroes at first. Then they started to recruit the towns folk into their religion and that's when the disappearances started. It was few at first; only one or two people at a time. Worry set in when the religious group went missing- Suddenly out of nowhere, there were screams and a fire that spread all across the village. My family were able to hide me under a stone safety room behind the fire place, but before they were able to get in as well, they were murder by things that could only be described in nightmares. Ever since the attack, I started to hear whispers in the back of my mind... and even now they still plague me. It was a stroke of luck when I was found; they called themselves Demon Hunters and said that they knew of a safe place to stay. It was that day- when I was brought into their order- that I knew my purpose. I will hunt the very thing that had taken my life and fight back against the whispers that haunt me.