Her head would hang low as she walked slowly, passing through large crowds and turning almost every corner, the fearful but curious eyes of passerbyers would watch her but only in quick glances before quickly going on their way acting as if she couldn’t hear them whispering about her. She paid no mind to them though, something had caught her attention, her nose would twitch and she would stop. A breeze would kick up and for an instant the sun light had broken through the clouds and rays of its beauty would illuminate the dark place; a beauty hid somewhere deep in this city.<br/><br/>As if she would be able to ignore such a smell, as if he could hide it from her. This city had a dead smell too it, everything cold and hollow... but this scent was one of home, nothing like this alien city where a demoness had no place being in. She would smile softly and breath in the scent before walking again her eyes closed as she listened; she would hear it soon.<br/><br/>The soft footsteps, wooden shoes against the ground.<br/><br/>She would glance behind her a thick crowd would flood throughout the main road as if it had been a river full of koi fish swimming beautifully with the waves. A straw hat? She could hardly contain her giggle as she would turn into an alley way just as she heard a group of heavy footsteps following the wooden shoes, her eyesbrows would raise slightly as she leaned against the wall and she felt something else... she felt powerful.. Why?<br/><br/>The power was surging through her, the sadness the despair… the hopelessness, her lip would quiver as she shut her eyes tight shivering at the power.. she could hardly contain herself her hands trembling as they moved to grip the hilt of her blade as if ready to pull it out at any time.<br/><br/>“Halt!”<br/><br/>The voice would echo powerfully through the crowds. “You with the straw hat!” it would boom again. A large man; well man wouldn’t be correct… he looked like someone put his head on a stone wall. No shirt could ever fit around his broad frame that was atleast three men long, the muscles had been pulsing and the only thing that verified him as a police officer was the symbol hanging on the bottom of his kimono, two rifles to his hips and a blade behind one of them.<br/><br/>“You know how to use that thing?” the police officer would motion to the silver haired man’s weapons. He would smirk as more officers would form from behind him. “Because, we got a report of a strange person… but you hardly look demon!” he laughed.