The air on mount Natagumo was thick and dense, leaving a heavy feeling of dread in your lungs. The moon was full, and hung low in the dark sky, dimly illuminating the dirt path that crumbled slightly at your every step.

The pained sounds of a female filled the almost empty forest, echoing through the endless trees and into the horizon.

"I beg of you, please stop!"

Coming into view, the presence of two individuals filled your vision - not that they had noticed you, yet.

On her knees, there was a young demon girl, a mixture of blood and tears running down her cheeks and onto the grass below. In front of her stood a Male demon, his very existence making you feel sick. His pale white hair covered some of his face, only leaving you with a limited view of his appearance. He was wearing a white kimono, matching his sickly pale skin. The circular markings along the hem of his little outfit were the same circles that were etched into his skin.

His appearance matched that of the girl's, and they appeared to be related in some way.

"What are you looking at?"

The male demon says calmly, in an almost formal manner. He toyed with the spider web in his hand. Looking up at you, his eyes revealed the kanji for 'lower' and 'five' etched into it.

"This isn't a play, you know."