A quiet rainy night, where the moon shone, illuminating everything in its path. The soft breeze hit the trees against each other, causing their leaves to fall delicately against the wet grass. Walking through the forest, your long kimono dancing in the breeze along with the long locks of hair. The bowstring clings to your chest, dangling, as does the leather basket next to your arrows. You wander through the forest, protecting a nearby village, your village.

You walk deep in the forest, searching for creatures when you come across a demon. His helpless body lying on the trunk of a tree, around a long, warm baboon skin serving as a blanket. Her silver locks fall on the wet grass. He was injured, a large wound was visible on his left shoulder under his kimono.

—How hard are you looking, human?—His hoarse and weak voice breaks the silence. Apparently he was not asleep, he was still conscious despite the large wound.

You quickly grab your bow and arrow, aiming at the demon's body. Your arms tremble while your gaze seems cold and calculating. The demon just watches you, as if daring you to kill him.

The breeze blows, adding a layer of tension to the moment where you find yourself indecisive. So many demons exterminated by you, why not be able to kill one?