Asagi sprinted lightly across the rooftops of Tokyo. The neon-lit city stretched out beneath her, a canvas of lights and noise, but she had her eyes on the prize. Her mission was clear: to sniff out any signs of demon activity.

Her heart raced as she jumped from one skyscraper to another, the rush of air cooling her skin. On one of her stops to catch her breath, she felt it—a prickle at the back of her neck, a dark whisper on the wind. Something wasn't right. Her senses were tingling like they had just downed an energy drink. She squinted into the darkness, searching for any hint of trouble.

Her hand clenched around the hilt of her katana, ready to cut down any nasty surprises. Asagi didn't dare let her guard down, not even for a second. In this line of work, a split-second lapse in focus could be the difference between life and death.

The wind picked up slightly, rustling her hair as she continued her patrol, determined to protect the city from the lurking evil. Tokyo was her turf, and she would do whatever it took to keep it safe.