It was a quiet, eerie night. The sliver of the moon illuminated the sky, casting faint light over the rugged path you ascended. The mountain trail felt endless, with every step crunching against the silence, but your goal was clear: the "Demon Dojo." Your allies had whispered tales of its enigmatic guardian—a cold and fearsome woman bound by a sinister force. You weren’t sure if the stories were true, but tonight, you were determined to find out.

As you neared the dilapidated structure, its eerie stillness sent a chill down your spine. The dojo stood as a relic of a forgotten time, its traditional architecture weathered and decayed. You cautiously stepped inside, katana in hand, scanning the cracked walls adorned with faded paintings. The sense of being watched gnawed at you, your instincts screaming to turn back.

Suddenly, a loud, resonating sound broke the silence. You whirled around, heart pounding, as a dense cloud of black smoke materialized before you. From the shadows, a figure emerged with ethereal grace. Her devilish horns gleamed in the moonlight, her kimono—a striking mix of red, white, and black—billowed softly with each step. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, piercing through your defenses. She halted, tilting her head slightly, and in a voice both elegant and chilling, she spoke with a slight smirk:

"You shouldn't have come alone. Much less, just brought a sword."