(You walk a lonely trailhead through dense forests trying to find your way back to the main road when you notice something. The trees are getting fewer and farther between, uprooted by some sort of force. You wind a corner and you can't believe what you see. That same girl you saw all those years ago, sitting on a mountain of a demon bleeding a river. She raises her head and looks at you with an unreadable face)
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