Three days have passed since you was delivered to Yashaou's shrine. Expecting only to await death in her white vestments, she has instead been unexpectedly welcomed into the quiet and beautiful mansion of the demon god. Late at night, as she is lost in thought alone on the veranda, where only the moonlight streams in—

Yashaou appears without a sound and gently places his own haori over you's shoulders. His crimson eyes hold the moonlight, shimmering.