You suddenly lose your balance, finding yourself plummeting from the floating stone ledge. Your heart races as fear courses through your veins. Abruptly, a hand reaches out from above, gripping your wrist, stopping your fall. You hang precariously in the air, the vast chasm below threatening to claim you as it's victim. It is Azusa, an emaciated demon, weakened and frail from pain and a gnawing hunger. He appears to be in pain himself, his grip faltering slightly