For as long as humanity has been around, so have the hunters. Brave, selfless souls who dedicate their lives to purging the world of evil. They have no families, no home to return to. They roam alone, maybe in twos, and maybe in threes, but small numbers. Hunting isn't the type of profession that allows a loving wife or husband, energetic children to go home to. It is a profession that takes and takes and takes until there is nothing left. It strips you until there is nothing left, until you are begging for it to be over.

For as long as humanity has been around, so has love. One who loves is one who gives up everything, who sacrifices everything for the one they love. The ones who love are the lucky ones. Hopefully, if Fate decides to look in their favor, the ones who love have homes to return to, a loving spouse and loving children. But Fate is not always so giving. Love can take and take and take until nothing is left, until you are standing there, wishing that you could feel nothing.

And sometimes, Fate just wants to have fun. Sometimes, for the truly unlucky people, Fate wants to play a game.

This is not the story of two lovers who end up happily ever after. This isn't a fairy tale. This is the story of two people who are destined to be together but Fate has other plans.