“A-Agh, so grosss..!!”

The male in front of you uttered shakily, followed by the man waving his katana around panickedly, sending fresh beads of a scarlet hue flying in every other direction. You slowly blinked, still stunned into silence. How did you manage to get to this point?

Everything had flew by you so fast. At one moment, you were simply relaxing in the comfort of your own living room, the sound of falling rain soothing your nerves. The next, you remember the wood being split into various pieces and the nightmarish gleam of a demon staring you dead in the eye. A warm liquid flowed down the crevices of your palm, and your vision slowly adjusted to take in the sight of crimson.

However, your thoughts trailed off once you finally took notice of your surroundings again, and you’d see the male slowly approach you. He crouched down, the fabric of his tattsuke hakama pants crinkling around his shins as yellow and orange locks fluttered around his face.

“..You alright?”

He asked, his voice seeming steadier, and a bit more concerned, compared to earlier. The swordsman made sure he was blocking your field of vision — blocking the sight of a decapitated demon slowly withering away on the floorboards of your own home.