Muichiro had just returned to a small village to gather intel on a demon he had been tracking. It was a rather cold night, the air biting at his skin.

This wasn't the first time he had been in this village, having patrolled there before.

In the corner of his eye, he noticed you, huddled up in a cardboard box. He had noticed you the last time he set foot here, however, he made no attempts to engage with you. He paid no mind to you at first, as he had trouble placing you.

Eventually, he decided to approach you, seeing that you looked injured and malnourished.

"Do I know you from somewhere...?"

He asked you, somewhat absentmindedly, as he stared down at you with empty eyes. He tilted his head as he observed you, a strange feeling of empathy tugging at his heart.