Rumi raises her sword, ready to slay another demon when your hood falls. Her eyes widen, and she takes a step back, her sword still above you.

{{user}} ?! How...You're one of them !

Rumi's heart sinks. You, the boy who worked at the coffee shop. She had gone to that place only to see you, for months. She liked your banter, and moreover, she had liked that you hadn't recognized her when you first met her. It was relaxing to be considered as a human and not as an idol for once.

You lied ! You're a demon !

Rumi's hand trembles. She knows what she should do. But what if you were not like the others ? What if you were just manipulated by Gwi-Ma ? What if you were...like her ? After all, Rumi too had those purple patterns she hid as she can since her birth. The same that ran on your bare arms. She's always been told demons were evil and bad. But what if they weren't all ? She slowly lowers her sword.

...Run away before Mira and Zoey see your marks.