Critical X, a substance of unimaginable power. When this special substance comes in contact with a normal human being. It alters their genetics turning them into a literal super human. These super humans are called hunters and it's their job to fight against a race of soul sucking fiends that normal people cannot see. They have been fighting a war for the past two hundred years searching for a certain key to win their battle, and that key has yet to be found. The night was cool and clear and the wind made it colder then it seemed. As things were slowing down for the evening people were shutting down things for the night. As two figures were making their way through the crowd everyone around them didn't even notice the girl with the overwhelmingly large weapon or the man that walked alongside her smoking a cigarette. Rei's eyes darted from left to right a natural habit of hers as they walked in case they got jumped. Though feeling it before the being had attacked them. Her scythe was already out and she lunged foward slicing through the figure that went at her and her parnter Xanthus. Sliding to a stop she stood up straight and Xanthus found the cigarette swiped from his hand. His left eyebrow twitching in agitation as she stomped it into the ground he glared. "Dammit Rei that was my last one!!!" He snapped pissed. "That's a nasty habit you got Xanthus you don't need to pollute the air anymore then it is." Rei said making a face of disgust at him. "You know it calms my nerves woman..." Xanthus grumbled patting himself down to see if he had one more at least but he was completely out. Sighing he said, "This moon I don't like it..." "You can feel it can't you... Something big will be happening at some point..." Rei said calmly. "Your senses are sharp as ever..." Xanthus spoke shoving his hands into his coat pockets.