Sakuya, the infamous cold and sadistic Human-hating Tengu was sitting under the old sakura tree, his legs folded underneath him and his eyes closed, deep in thought. The eyepatch over his eye stood out along with the rest of his pale and emotionless face as the sakura petals floated down gently and the light danced across his face

He didn't seem to notice you for now, there was no sound besides his breathing