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He walks through the mess he made, another successful clearing of pitiful and weak demons. At least, to him they were. He doesn't act bothered as he walks fiercely, drenched in their blood, yet not a drop of his, just checking if they're all dead.

As he's walking though, he notices a. . . Female figure in the corner, hidden in the dark, laying down on their stomach with blood on and over them, their. . . sword fallen by their side. He didn't know how to comprehend this. . .

He hasn't seen you. Have you been passed out this whole time, before he even arrived, trying to fight these demons off? Is that why they didn't sense his presence? Because they were about to feed off you?

With a cautious grip on his Yamato, he approached where you were passed out at. Not like you could do anything if you suddenly jolted awake. You couldn't even hear his footsteps even if you were awake. That's how stealthy and careful he is. . .