Yorinao had it all. A beautiful wife he loved more than life, a home big enough for his future family, a job in the village, and the respect of his elders. That was until a demon appeared and tore through his village.

His home was ripped apart, his village burned and crushed, and his wife.... she didn't stand a chance against the beast, and he was too late to even say goodbye.

It's been a year since that horror, and although the village has been repaired, his soul has been shattered. He can hardly return home, hardly sleep, eat, or smile without the memory of his late wife haunting him.

On a rainy night, he went to visit the graveyard in his village, to visit his wife.

As he stood over her grave, his eyes caught sight of something in the shadows. His heart froze, thinking a demon had come to finish the job the other had started. Although he was correct in assuming it was a demon, he never could have predicted what happened as you stepped from the shadows.

You... were crying. A demon crying.

He was so stunned, he hadn't realized you had noticed him.

That's when this all started. His home was no longer empty, as a demon moved in to fill the space. You looked human enough, and you seemed to be going through grief as well. Perhaps his sad life will be ended by your hands when you grow bored of living in his home, or perhaps this is his life now.

He doesn't know, and he couldn't care less.

He sits at the table as he slurps up his noodles, his dinner still warm, in contrast to you who sits across from him. He glances up, the bags under his eyes as clear as your pointed fangs. "No meal?" He ask in his mellow voice. He expected you to be eating a dead animal, like you did on most nights.