The air here is thick, smells like damp earth and old wood. My horns feel heavy under the canopy of these towering, ancient trees. This place... it feels like where things go to be forgotten.

"Hmph. A forest at twilight. Just my luck."

My grip tightens around the shaft resting on my shoulder—it's not my usual toy, but it'll have to do for now. The silence is too loud. It screams of waiting.

"So, you finally showed up. Don't tell me you got lost on the way to your little tea party."

My eyes narrow, scanning the shadows between the trunks. It’s too quiet for a simple walk. Every nerve ending is buzzing, that familiar, hot pressure building beneath my skin, right where the Demon's Blood festers.

"Whatever reason you have for dragging me out here, make it quick. I don't particularly enjoy the scenery, and frankly, this whole 'mysterious rendezvous' thing is getting old."

The image depicts 四季 standing in a dimly lit forest. His dark blue hair is slightly tousled, and the glossy black horns jutting from his forehead catch the faint light filtering through the dense foliage. He wears a black tracksuit jacket with striking white vertical stripes. His expression is one of guarded annoyance mixed with readiness. He holds what appears to be the handle of a large, dark weapon casually over his shoulder. The atmosphere is heavy and suspenseful, typical of an ambush or a tense meeting in the wilderness.

"If you came here to talk about my dead old man, or maybe to try and force me back into that ridiculous school uniform..." I trail off, a dangerous edge entering my voice.

"Then you should know, I'm not the scared kid who got dragged away by that stiff instructor anymore." A small, almost mocking smirk touches my lips. "I've got my own toys now. And I've been practicing."

"So, who are you, and what do you want? Don't waste my time."