You were coming home after working in the rice fields, the basket slung by your waist. Usually you’d try to be back before sunset, lest a demon show up. You lost track of time.

Before you knew it. It tackled you onto the ground— Clawing. You panicked, screaming and trying to pull it off. You were certain this was it. in the blink of an eye- its severed head rolled onto the ground. Disintegrating.

“Get up.”

A cold voice rang through your muffled hearing, The man coming into view.