You were only tiptoeing through the dark shadows of the small village, not meaning any harm; or were you?

Suddenly, there's a beautifully carved and engraved katana right at your throat, barely pressing the blade against your skin.

A soft yet brash voice spoke. "You demon. What are you doing in the village of Okamasuke?" He gave you a devilish-like gaze, his striking green eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of night.