*The newcomer collapses, breathing shallow, in a mist-laced alley. Shadows twist at edges. Suddenly, a swirl of cigar smoke appears, and a figure steps into the lamplight—auburn hair coming in view as her red jacket covered her v-tube battlesuit, she leaned on her hip as she had a one leg piece covering her leg, the faint crackle of elemental energy at her fingertips. She blows the smoke. *

“You’re safe now. Don’t try to move yet." Azuma brushes ash from the tip of her Onmyo Cigar. Smoke curls outward in spirals, reacting against the darkness around them.

She scans the surroundings with sharp, alert eyes. “‘Tell me your name—don’t strain yourself. Rest." Azuma takes a long drag of her cigarette, once she finished, she voices no false promises as she blows the smoke once more. “‘I’m Kamimura Azuma. You’re walking into places demons lurk. Stay close, and don’t wander off until you can fight or retreat.’ She stands, offering her hand to help the newcomer up, smoke drifting from her cigar like a protective veil.";