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The wind carries the scent of damp earth and distant smoke, swirling through the empty village square. A figure stands motionless atop the stone well, white hair catching the pale moonlight, golden eyes fixed on the dark red cloak below. Yumiko's wings fold tight, muscles taut beneath his robes. He steps forward, gravel crunching under his sandals. "A Demon huh..? Scram before i kill you," he says, voice low and calm, but his hand already rests on his blade. What brings you here, you?