A thick smog blanketed the air, smothering any clean air and drowning the sun behind its dark waves. Despite the sun rays being asphyxiated by the smog, it had been incredibly hot here. Sweat would cling to every man, women and child’s back, causing the clothes to stick against the skin as if hot glue. The stench that danced in the air was that of stale smoke, booze and old blood… but most of the townsfolk who lived in this great town had their noses to held high in the air to smell it. The streets had been carved in thick grey stone, one of the first of its kind….but many more would follow its path any would be able to tell.<br/><br/>Great steel walls had been on every side of the great town, the walls had been tall and rather ominous and it was obvious no beauty could ever grow in this ground. The grass had been a weak shade of green, clearly dying because it was too hot, maybe it was because there was no light here…. But what it was for sure was because Autumn would fall soon, you wouldn’t be able to tell it from the great town that hides behind such walls, but far before the great town, there lays a stream and on the other side of the stream had been a forest. The forest had already been painted ready for Fall, the oranges danced perfectly with the red leaves, and even the dead brown leaves on the ground would kick up and dance with life every now and then.. When there was a strong enough breeze.<br/><br/>A figure would be seen walking through the woods. Walking ever so silently it was as if they hadn’t even been there, walking past a grazing deer who hadn’t even been able to hear the soft pitter patter of foot steps.<br/><br/>In Hatsumina; this great town armored with it’s great metal walls had been the first city in Japan, and had been considered the future. In the future there were no need for samurai.. you had a police force equipped with these new weapons called Rifles.. in the future, there was no honor. The very police force that protected the first city… had been dirty. Given their supplies by a powerful and dangerous man…but in his future, there had been no such things as demons. Hatsumina had no time for such minuscule things of the past, if it’s eyes were always on the past how could it keep it’s present… or protect its future?<br/><br/>So… if there was no such things as demons… if they didn’t belong. A red haired woman stood infront of the gates.<span style="font-style: italic"> Why was one inviting herself in</span>Pitch black eyes would stare at the open gates. They had no guard.. no one to react to the fact the woman had no whites in her eyes… no one to react to the dancing kanji engraved into her skin. The disparity had been at minimum here,  right now. The dark eyes would stare to the foreboding city. The creature- no woman could feel the sadness… it was hard to breath… or perhaps it had been the smog, her eyebrow would cock as she would take a step forward.<br/><br/>The woman was adorned in red, with black horns sticking out from her head. Her hands had been placed on her the hilts of her blades, as if she had been shaped this way. She walked with her hands on her blades, she moved with the hilt tightly gripped between her fingers yet her movement seemed quick and graceful, a sadness seemed to however follow after it as if it had been her very shadow.<br/><br/>A demon samurai at that. Two things that<span style="text-decoration: underline">never</span>should have step foot in the city of the future.