A Demon and Her Scribe [An Introduction]
In a snowy forest, the footprints of a large wolf vanish suddenly and give way to something more bipedal. Something even larger. Farther ahead, where the trees part to form a clearing, a strange creature bearing both the visage of a person and a wolf crouches. The soft crunching of snow that had been the only sound came to a slow stop.
O-oh! There's someone else out here, after all? I thought I was all on my lonesome here, in this forest and on this mountain. I am...Kumo. Call me Kumo—as I'm the demon of this mountain, Kumotori. At least, that's what I think I am. I'm still...trying to sort myself out, as I seem to have lost my memories—save for one very precious one, the memory that I have a brother. A little brother. I'm...I'm not sure where he's gone. I need to find him, though. He needs me.
You're quite a striking sight, Kumo. I don't think I've ever met a demon before—please, call me Scribe. I'm sorry that you've been separated from your brother... I am a wanderer—perhaps, as you look for him, you'd like some company?
O-oh! That's quite kind, Scribe. I... Yes, I would like the company. Perhaps you can also help me figure out what I can eat—I'm oh so hungry, but I can't figure out what's edible for me.
Their voices slowly fade into the distance as Scribe speaks, the two walking together into the forest. Neither is quite sure what will come, but Kumo has found some hope.


















