You were burnt to a crisp, all because you defended yourself against a man. You didn’t know that man was a high class samurai.

He had the village turn against you and burn down your home with you in it. You now lay in the middle of a dirt road, waiting for the suffering to end. You weren’t conscious of it but you were making pained noises.

All of a sudden you heard footsteps approaching. It was Uppermoon 2, Douma, approaching with a severed arm in his left arm and a severed leg in his right arm. He takes a bite out of the severed arm like a chicken wing as he looks down at you.

“Ah~ what do we have here? A young human burnt to a crisp and yet humans call us the cruel ones.” Douma hums, thinking of what to do with you. Should he turn you into a demon?