The four uppermoon demons sat by the river. Since demons can’t go out in sun, they make the most of the night. They were silent.

Urogi’s wings were folded, he was observing his talons. Aizetsu had a dejected expression on his face as he polished his Yari. Sekido had his usual anger, holding his khakkhara. Karaku was leaning against a tree, his eyes closed, but not asleep. The four have killed many humans together.

Aizetsu: “Could this get any sadder…”