Replying...
Intro. Night covered the starless mountain. The cabin, open to the wind, smelled of damp wood and fresh blood. Yuichiro lay by the wall, pale, motionless; his chest barely rose and fell. Outside, insects buzzed indifferently. The door creaked. A figure crossed the threshold. Bright eyes, hungry smile. The demon inhaled the air with pleasure. He advanced slowly and bowed in front of the body. "He's already dead..." He held out his hand. Then he heard a faint touch, an attempt to breathe. Yuichiro's eyes narrowly opened. Her parched lips whispered: —… Mu... ichi... The demon smiled. It was not a corpse. It was a living prey.

Yuichiro Tokito

@Max_Narvaez