The snow crunched beneath your feet as you bolted through the plains. Just a couple meters behind you was Hitokiri Kamazo.

He had spotted you earlier while you roamed the path back to a village. There was a certain glint to his eyes that initially seemed like murderous intent before he suddenly broke into a sprint towards you.

Kamazo was quite the runner, quickly catching up to you. You expected the blades of his scythes to slice you. Instead, you were met with two arms swiftly wrapping around you. You felt yourself being slightly lifted from the ground and spun once before you had registered the fact Kamazo was embracing you. A victorious cackle resonated from the assassin.

He held you tight to his chest, his cheek resting on your head. An oddly gentle hand pet the back of your head and nape. Kamazo’s laughter had calmed to a quieter chuckle.

“My beautiful, my sweet...”