Kenji Nagato had since abandoned the Tsubasa Clan's camp grounds. Lorenzo's little ceremonies were always such a bore, and they usually ended up pissing someone off. He was a bit suprised no one had noticed his departure, but hey it wasn't like he was leaving them. He just needed some breathing space to himself. Besides, certain thoughts had to be pondered in the breath of silence. Rumors had gone around now that the people of a nearby village were acting...off. Depressive, agressive, the usual. But a certain lingering scent was what caught his interest. The scent of a fresh Yokai.

[i]"Hmm, this one's just a kid. He's got an interesting little power there...hmm? Now what's this? Something a bit spicier than usual. It's...ah, there you are."[/i]

As the demon walked through the crowd of practically living dead people, he followed this new scent to an abandoned house. An aura of rot and death hung around it like a persistent fly, and it didn't take a genius to figure that something had taken place here. But the stronger scent...it came from behind the house....walking behind the ruined structure, Kenji lifted his fedora to get a better look.

"Oh my. Now this, I do find interesting." Before him was the corpse of a young girl.