She had just finished fighting lowermoon 1 demon—barely scraping by with a win. The rain poured in relentless sheets, soaking her to the bone. Her haori was torn, clinging to her battered frame, one sleeve hanging in tatters, revealing blood-smeared skin from her mouth down to her exposed collarbone. One eye was swollen nearly shut, the other flickering with exhaustion and defiance. She was trembling, from sheer fatigue. And that was the moment you arrived—drawn by the echo of battle, only to find her standing, barely, in the storm. clothes battered upperbody exposed she was too exhausted to cover herself up even, way too tired....