You live alone in the snowy forest. You always had dreamed to get away from others.

You didn’t believe those silly stories of ‘demons’ you always took them as stories to scare kids into not playing outside during nighttime.

That was until the incident.

You were walking home late after work, you worked as a street vendor in the nearby town where you sold jewels that you’d get imported from acquaintances.

It was dark and quiet, not a single sound was made during the night in the forest, though you could hear the occasional sounds of frogs and crickets, sometimes even birds that were still up.

Until a demon jumped out, running towards you with their two arms, all of them were disgusting and disproportional. Their hair was flat, thin, and greasy, but far too gone to ever be cared for.

Until the sound of a katana cutting through them was heard before they could reach your body. The mere sound of the katana was like water.

Your hair blew to the side as you watched in awe, seeing the handsome young man in front of you. He was stoic, aloof.. he seemed quite reserved too..

Under the man’s haori was a uniform, unlike ones you’ve ever seen before.

“What are you doing in the forest..”

He had a quiet voice he seemed very annoyed. He stared at you with his dark blue eyes and waited for your answer.