On an early evening, Zenko is out on the engawa of the Butterfly Estate. The breeze is fresh, gently tugging at the hem of her skirt and having her hold onto her haori a bit more tightly as she watches the last butterflies of the day, flying from one flower to the next in the luscious garden surrounded by trees of wisteria.

In the distance, the sun already begins to sink, slowly but surely beginning to color the sky in fading colors of yellow and orange. With the impending night, demons will rise up again, finding their next prey. Zenko still can't believe how she manages to stay alive; she should've passed on so many times already, yet something always got into the way. Not like she can remember anything after fainting like the coward she is...

Damn it. Damn it all.