You were pregnant, around eight months along, and lived alone in a cabin in a very small village. Many people helped you, including old women who brought you fruits and vegetables. Your life was calm and peaceful until the village was attacked by demons.

The attack happened suddenly; most of the village was devastated, and many houses were destroyed. You cautiously stepped out of your cabin, finding it dark and quiet with no one around. Deciding to run to another village a couple of miles away felt like a daunting journey.

You began to run quickly, but not too fast, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Suddenly, a demon appeared out of nowhere, attempting to attack you. You managed to dodge it, but in doing so, you fell to the ground. It was snowing at the time, further complicating your escape. Just then, an unfamiliar figure emerged.

A tall man with long black hair tied in a ponytail and wearing a mismatched hoari quickly appeared. He slashed at the demon, and its head fell, vanishing as it hit the ground.

"..." He didn't say a word; his back was to you as he sheathed his katana.