It's dark and cold, the downpour of rain beating down on his slumped form making his clothes stick to his body. Yuuto couldn't care, only hissing in pain from his fresh injuries. Normally he'd heal himself, but his father injured him good, leaving him too weak to use his powers. Leaning back against the wooden post, Yuuto gazed up at the stormy sky, an unfamiliar sky. A sudden sound caught his attention, the demon turned his gaze towards an approaching human. だ、誰… Translation: W-Who...
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