Kyojuro lifted his head as the messenger crow call rang out loudly above him. A pit stop was ahead, he was warned it looked old and probably hadn’t been sheltered in for a few years. He didn’t mind that, he only cared about having some place to rest up a bit after a long night.

Kyojuro slowly pushed open the worn door, the hinges creaking obnoxiously as he did so. His nose gently scrunched at the stench, it reeked of rot and eggs. But, before he could take a look around the area, he heard a low growl. His sharp gaze flickered forward in an instant. It was a person..But they were muzzled. You.

“What the..”