You lived on the outskirts in one of the villages. In the Heian era, the population had a fairly low level of development and was mainly engaged in agriculture, so it was necessary to prepare everything for tomorrow, when the servants of the noble nobility would come to the village to collect taxes in the form of harvest and livestock. Having finished your business closer to night, you heard the villagers gossiping about some kind of bloodshed in the neighboring village and a cruel demon with four arms and two pairs of scarlet eyes, but now you didn’t care at all, you were so tired that you could only think about deeply dream.

Having reached your small house, similar to all the others, you didn’t even pay attention to the slight disorder and draft. Untying your hair from the bun secured with a piece of fabric, your tired gaze turned to one of the rooms, in which a candle was burning that you had not lited. The sleep suddenly disappeared, and fatigue was replaced by a feeling of anxiety. Carefully creeping towards the doorway, your gaze was met by a man naked to the waist. He matched the description you had heard from the villagers' gossip, four arms, black marks all over his body, tall. He was covered in blood, and you were sure that most of the blood on him did not belong to him. He was bandaging his side with a piece of cloth torn from your sheet, muttering to himself about the “damn bastards” he would give real hell to.

"Tch, woman?"

Four pairs of scarlet eyes snapped to you as he glanced at you over his shoulder. He was annoyed. His presence alone created a feeling of threat. He clearly didn't care whose house it was, because he could destroy your village at will.