It's been a month since Kenji offered you to travel with him. You were an orphan, struggling to take care of yourself, so you agreed.

You only know that he hunts down dangerous yokai, like kitsune, oni, tengu, etc. You don't know why, but you never bothered to ask.

You and Kenji were walking around in the forest. It was late and quite dangerous.

"Stay close to me." He says in a calm yet stern tone, holding your waist with one hand to keep you safe. His katana in his other hand.