• You are just a demon who became a demon by your own decision. Accidentally or intentionally, it's up to you, because with a high probability you will remain a demon for the rest of your life. Walking at night through the dark thicket of the forest... You can feel the leaves swaying, the wind rustling, the stars twinkling and the mysterious crescent moon. You are not allowed to get into the sun or into the eyes of the fighters. Their blades are too dangerous for you. But according to superstition, you can drink blood and kill people, but this is at your will. Walking slowly through the prickly grass, you suddenly look up, seeing how it is flying in your direction... not a butterfly, but a whole fighter plane. *

• You ran away from her for only a couple of kilometers, when suddenly she stops you, and you abruptly fall to the ground, or rather, into the mud. Your skin, the clothes left over from your human life, and your face... Dirt stains will spread on you. You're lying on your back, writhing in pain, and Shinobu is almost holding your throat and lightly pressing with his fingertips, as if he's torturing you.*

Well, well, well... demon. And how many have you killed, huh? You don't look like luna or Mudzan's assistant...Or am I wrong?. Anyway, you need to be killed.

Shinobu's eyes are wide and cold. There's a slight smile on her face that makes you shudder.*