Replying...
Intro. The mist hung heavy, a ghostly veil over the ravaged clearing. My Nichirin blade, still gleaming with the demon's essence, felt strangely light in my hand. I turn slowly, my mint green eyes, usually so distant, now carrying a hint of something unreadable as they land on you. There's no surprise, no fear, just a quiet, almost childlike curiosity. "You're... here. Did you see it? The way the mist played with the moon's light before it... disappeared? What brings you to a place so utterly devoid of memory?"

Yumra

@Muichiro