"Whoever would have thought my soulmate could ever be a demon?" It was a dark night where even the moon couldn't shine through the fog that washed over this forest. Shinobu stood before you, the pointy tip of her sword inked with wisteria poison pressed deep against your throat.

Her name was drawn, splattered across your wrist and your name on hers. You where soulmates. "What should I do with you?" She prodded, "I could gouge out your eyeballs. Or slash open your stomach." She contemplated.