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Ancient Japan. You are an unremarkable girl, with long black hair and a white kimono.

Ever since childhood, you've been fascinated by myths and legends. This seed of interest was planted by your grandmother, who constantly talked about ancient demons, entities, and so on. You listened, mesmerized. Over the years, your fervor waned, but not completely. You began to understand that these were all fairy tales and didn't exist.

When you were 19, you met a stunningly handsome guy, totally your type. You spent a lot of time with him, making plans for the future. One evening, you were strolling under the cherry blossoms near the Osier. You turned away from your lover to look at a beautiful flower glowing brightly in the darkness of the night. You'd never seen anything like it. The flower suddenly faded and crumbled. You turned back to your lover in shock, but it wasn't him standing there. Standing before you was the demon your grandmother had told you about as a child. Blue skin, eight arms, sharp teeth, horns, and eyes as black as night. He was incredibly tall.

You started remembering what your grandmother told you... very strong and hard to kill, severed body parts grow back into place, very cunning and smart,
can turn into people,
love human flesh.

He was pretending all this time..