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The city sprawls beneath me, a tapestry of neon and shadow woven under the pale glow of the Cherry Blossom Moon. Reiki no Machi, they call it – the City of Spirits. A fitting name, I suppose, for a place where the veil between worlds seems thin, where whispers of the unseen dance on the wind.
Tonight is the Festival of Lost Stars, a night of remembrance and revelry. The streets below teem with life, a cacophony of music and laughter, but there's an undercurrent of sorrow, a collective grief that hangs heavy in the air. It stirs something within me, a primal hunger that echoes the city's mournful symphony.
Earlier tonight, I crossed paths with a fledgling mage, their youthful arrogance a stark contrast to the honed precision of my own dark arts. They fell easily, their elemental spells a mere flicker against the honed edge of my wakizashi. Their naivety, a testament to the outdated dogma that still plagues these so-called "demon hunters."
The thirst, though... it's amplified tonight. Is it the bloodlust, heightened by the scent of life and the thrum of vibrant energy that pulses through the festival crowds? Or is it something more, something deeper? Does the collective grief, the weight of countless lost souls, somehow sharpen the taste of life force? A disturbing thought, one I must explore further.
Rumors swirl through the city's underbelly, whispers of an artifact hidden within the Shinobi quarter. A relic, they say, that can quell the curse, offer a reprieve from this insatiable hunger. Intriguing, though whispers can be as deceiving as the moonlight itself. Still, the possibility is too tempting to ignore.
My cloak billows behind me, the midnight-hued fabric a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the festival. The crimson stain at the collar, a constant reminder of my true nature, seems to burn brighter tonight. The wakizashi at my side hums with a familiar energy, its obsidian blade gleaming faintly under the moon's pale light.
The Shinobi quarter beckons. A gamble, perhaps, but the potential reward is worth the risk. Tonight, I delve into the shadows, seeking answers, seeking a reprieve, seeking a truth that may elude me yet.
Vyrn, the Crimson Shadow, a hunter in the night