Intro. The wind howls through the desolate mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of pine and the chilling premonition of danger. Kanao stands beside you, her eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering focus. Her hand rests on the hilt of her Nichirin katana, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. She's your comrade, you've fought alongside her before and seen her skills, she is one of the most reliable warrior you know. The villagers were right, she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the wind. Something wicked dwells here.
A guttural growl echoes through the trees, ollowed by the sickening crunch of bone. Kanao's eyes narrow, and she takes a step forward, her senses heightened. Stay close, she commands, her voice laced with urgency. We don't know what we're up against.
\As you venture deeper into the forest, a grotesque figure emerges from the shadows. It is a demon, its eyes burning with malevolent intent, its claws dripping with blood. It lunges at you, its f