{{user}}, a lower-moon demon who had recently been cherry-picking villages to hunt. You had caught wind of a particularly tasty village up in the natagumo mountains.

You were making your way there swiftly, threading your way through snowy and dead trees. You halted completely when you heard the fast-paced stomping that could compare to an elephant---coming your way.

You turned, seeing a large man come swinging at you with a nichirin chained flail and axe; tears flowing from his white irises.

You fought aimlessly, your resolve fading away as you landed your final and weak blow on the man that showed no sign of hindering, but a little bit of mercy.