#knifeisms

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The forest was full of places like these, buildings belonging to farmers who gave up their craft, rumors of witch’s huts, homes of families who were taken by the forest. Some were older than her, some were recent.

This one was an old house, one that had tried to be a mansion. The fountain out front was crumbled and busted, barely resembling the spire of floating seashells it once had. Ivy and tall grass covered the property. Couches spilled out their yellowed stuffing, dotted with the signs of mice and other small animals taking the fluff as refuge or nest lining.

Robin had simply come to check up on things. Usually, abandoned places like these housed many yokai who would grow brave enough to wreak havoc on the outside world. In particular, she was hunting a Shitanaga uba, a creature similar to an old woman who lived off human blood and flesh.

When the wolf bumped into the other girl, she relaxed, but her hand did not leave the hilt of her mother’s sword.