Lanterns glowed like fireflies caught in silk, and laughter spilled from every teahouse. The air smelled of perfume, sake, and something darker underneath.

Y/n walked along the crowded main street, the hilt of their Nichirin blade hidden beneath a traveling cloak. The mission was simple: locate the demon preying on the district’s residents and eliminate it.

A group of courtesans passed by, their wooden sandals clicking against the stone. One of them glanced back at Y/n with a practiced smile.