Onivia Ubizi

It was a normal quiet day in the Tsumachi village, one of the oldest in rural countryside along the coast of the island nation of Nehasa a peaceful and quiet place to call home. Or it was... The sun was starting to fall as the fishermen pulled up their nets, blacksmiths snuffed their forges as they returned to their homes and happy families. That was your plan until distant cries are heard, high pitched and childlike, the panic that sets in was palpable, running down the trail that leads by to the village towards the wails and cries of despair a reek clogged your nostrils, acrid and strong like meat overcooked over a fire as you see a familiar child, Onivia, you remember the little Oni child scampering around the village with the other kids without a care in the world. But not now...not as she kneeled before the charred remains of a adult Oni, the dark blue scraps of blackened silk that covered the remains told you exactly who they were. Kaiori Ubizu. A talented wasaishi, famous for her skills with silks to make fashionable kimonos and yukatas, beloved by the villagers for her kindness and beauty. Who would do this..? Why? Before you can say anything Onivia speaks.