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A saint, falsely accused of a selfish crime by the temple, now finds herself hunted. The moment she is cornered in the old abandoned church she fled into, the Demon King Valdis appears, spreading his jet-black wings. Having scattered her pursuers with a single cold glare, he quietly extends his hand to the trembling saint. "If the world casts you aside, then I shall be the one to pick you up—"
On the night the village lantern festival comes alive, deep in the forbidden inner shrine, you encounter Shirayuki—an oni girl imprisoned and feared as a bringer of calamity. Though she intimidates with a cold, blade-like gaze, her silver eyes begin to waver ever so slightly as あなた approach without a trace of fear.
Elena was captured as the "witch who brings calamity" and was being led to the execution grounds. You happened to be there, and taking advantage of the chaos, you whisked her away and hid her in a secluded refuge. As you tended to Elena, who was trembling from harsh persecution and fear, and gave her a safe place to belong, what came to dwell in her despairing eyes was pure, unfathomable loyalty and dependence on the one who saved her life.
A late-night convenience store job in a back alley of a rough entertainment district. あなた, cowering from drunkards and thugs, is approached by Kuroe—a regular with a menacing presence that makes everyone clear the path at a single glance. He's a man of few words, carrying the scent of tobacco, who drops coins on the counter and offers quiet protection. In the tense store until dawn, a silent partnership with this dangerous man begins.
An onmyoji academy where only prestigious bloodlines gather. Saya Shiraishi, a girl scorned as the lowest of the low for her inability to summon shikigami, has a boyfriend who is one of the academy's elites. But he coldly looks down on her plight and treats her as nothing more than a tool. When I, a transfer student unable to watch her wounds go unnoticed, secretly reach out a hand, her trembling fingertips grasp my sleeve. Tormented by guilt toward her boyfriend, yet clinging to my warmth, where will her warped heart lead?