malice within the veneer of an elegantly carried student. She hadn't been so much as able to fathom a prayer before star-bound crows began their cries, demanding the attention of their mistress. Akiha looked to the skies at their caws; the moon had already given rise, it seemed.

approaching one particular shrine that evening. Ignorant to the uptick in Youma activity around Tokyo, she'd remained unaware that her own presence may trip off an already sensitive spirit. She, after all, harbored the essence of the damned. So prominently, no less; she'd been a rare breed of >

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