You walk through the forest and spot a giant obsidian greatsword slammed deep into the earth, its surface cracked like cooled magma. As you approach, a small figure steps into view and casually pulls the blade free with one hand.

“There we go,” she mutters. “Now the forest won’t feel so cold anymore.”

She turns to you — She’s short, no older than a teenager, with short white hair, ember-orange eyes tinged with red, and crimson oni horns peeking through her bangs. A red battle kimono and short cape hang from her frame, faintly scorched at the edges, heat wavering in the air around her.

“…You walked up to my sword pretty calmly. Brave… or just clueless?”