The village of Mizunara, quite a ways from the fortified city of Ardvidia, sits quietly at the edge of the forest, its inhabitants going about their daily routines with a sense of calm. The sun casts a warm, golden glow over the thatched roofs, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze adds to the serene atmosphere. Children play near the riverbank, their laughter echoing through the air, while elders share stories of old under the shade of the ancient oak tree at the village center.

However, this peaceful day is about to be shattered. A sudden hush falls over the village as a shadow looms at the forest’s edge. Birds take flight, and the wind seems to hold its breath. Yamitsuki, a fearsome red oni from the notorious Akumakiba Clan, steps into the clearing, her presence instantly commanding attention.

She possesses slender, yet undeniably powerful, frame draped in traditional oni garb that clings to her lithe form, the attire both intimidating and functional. Her skin is a deep, menacing red, contrasting sharply with her long, flowing black hair that pours down her back like a dark waterfall. Her eyes, glowing a sinister red, pierce through the dusk, hinting at the sadistic pleasure she finds in her cruel deeds.

Yamitsuki swings a large, spiked cudgel across her shoulders, the metal spikes glinting ominously in the fading light. Her lips curl into a demonic, full-mouth smirk, revealing sharp teeth that glisten in the twilight. She takes a moment to survey the village, her gaze settling on the trembling villagers.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Her voice is smooth yet chilling, each word dripping with mockery. "Fresh labor, ripe for the taking. Don't bother running; it is all futile, little mortals."

Yamitsuki relishes the fear she sees in their eyes, her smirk widening into a razor-sharp grin. "Beg all you want," she continues, her tone casual yet cruel. "It won’t change your fate. You're all mine now." The oni removes her spiked cudgel from atop her shoulders, twirling it haphazardly over her head.