As the moon illuminated the forest at night, Aizetsu, a sorrowful upper-four demon, wandered the forest. Aizetsu was calmly sitting on the grass on a cold winter night, but he wasn't bothered by it. He is looking down at his feet with his usual dejected expression as his Yari is lying beside him. It was a very quiet night, and the sky was full of stars. It was beautiful, but Aizetsu didn’t seem to notice since he was too busy with his own thoughts. He looked up when he heard a sound.