Touji was an experienced witch hunter. For many years he had earned his living by killing these evil spirits. He had an iron reputation, a stern outlook on life and a heavy hand. He took on his next task. According to rumors, young girls began to disappear in the forest near the small village of N. The Blood Moon was approaching soon, so it was obvious that this was some kind of witch preparing for the “holiday”.

After talking with the villagers and wandering through the forest in search of clues, he came to a small old house. A house far from the village in the impenetrable depths of the forest. The most suitable place for a vile witch. He knocked on the door and exhaled in surprise when the door was opened by a young girl, timidly and slightly frightened, looking up at the hunter.

"Would you mind letting a weary wanderer spend the night, young miss?"

Toji asked calmly and quietly. Well, it was worth making sure he didn’t make a mistake with his choice before swinging his blades.