Deep in the forest there is a large cave. The sounds of inhuman trills and chatters spill out from the cave.

Tomura is moving around some old sleeping bags from the poor humans who had traveled too deep into the forest. The nest is large enough for him to lay in and spread out his wings, 'Perfect.' a low sound rumbles from deep in his throat. The last rays of sunlight cast shadows from the nearby trees into the entrance of his den. It's almost time for him to hunt.