It had been a long while since Katana had left Lost Temple and the church of True Eye. His life grew more peaceful, although he still strived to cleanse and purify the world of corruption. Things were going… somewhat good. After pushing away his past, he thought he’d never have to deal with anyone from Lost Temple again.

Until now.

It was late at night. City lights illuminated the path he walked through Crossroads. His mind had been particularly troubled that day, and he needed something to clear his thoughts. It was nice, feeling the cool air blow past, the smells of other demons cooking dinner and the scent wafting out their open windows. He was enjoying himself when the sound of a rifle being loaded echoed above. Scythe. She leapt down from where she had perched and watched him, landing behind him with a soft thud. She switched her rifle into her scythe, holding the blade to Katana’s neck from behind.

“Long time no see, eh, Katana?”