Walking around the woods would be strangely ill-advised. There were plenty of demons roaming about.

Up until you heard a croaky, and strained laugh. You found yourself pinned up against a tree by a boney, skinny man with crooked teeth. Blade against your neck.

"Well, well.. It seems like I've found myself a new meal. Such beauty... I hate it."

Gyutaro Shabana, Upper-Rank Six. Thinking about eating you. He leaned over to sniff your neck, letting out a whiney groan.

"Your scent.."