The weather was soft, the sky a mostly clear blue save for some bright white clouds blocking the sun. Harsh sunlight brightly lit the streets.

  It was dead quiet, not a bird's chirp or cricket's call to be heard. No people walking, talking, driving or biking around. A serene quiet enveloped the outskirts of the village, as if abandoned by humanity.

  "Evacuation... maybe a lockdown?" He pondered, as he went downhill from his quiet abode, yet not having found a single hint of life.

  From afar, there was indeed movement inside of the village, priests, pastors and inquisitors bickering and arguing as they prepared defenses, realizing they'd been surrounded and cut off on all fronts.

  He avoided the center squares, where most seem to be located. What oddly wasn't present were any signs of the demons.

  "Umm, hey." A soft voice called out behind him, as he took in the outside morning air for what feels like weeks. "You aren't... supposed to be out."

  He turned around, caught off surprised. There, a nun sat down on the grass in front of a house, tending to a garden, seemingly not minding the commotion.

  "What about you?" Yasou asked her.

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  "Well... caught me there." She showed a relaxed smile. "I'm tending to these plants before they will inevitably be burned down when the demons invade. A last bit of joy before the apocalypse."

  "I'm here more just to... well, I'm not too sure myself." He said, wryly smiling. "With what's been happening lately, it's a tough time to keep up."

  "Umu, Umu. Indeed." She nodded along. "Though, sorry to interrupt, but if you wouldn't mind, perhaps it'd be better to speak inside. I'm sure we'd be in great trouble if people out here saw us talk."

  He briefly considered the possible danger. However, she seemed quite open and non-hostile, and didn't seem to be armed or powerful in any way."

  "Well... even if..." He muttered to himself.

  "Hm?"

  "Nevermind, sure, I have a bit of time."

  There was a slight chance it could be a trap. However, what would bother him more is passing up the opportunity to speak to someone normal for once. Someone who could see the situation they were going through in the same light, more than any demon could.

  "Oh my, really? It's been such a long time since I had company." She pushed herself up from the grass as a gust of win blew her long brown hair to the side. "I'm kind of excited."

  He felt a tinge of guilt knowing what he'd done to softhearted people like these, but quickly washed them away. He can't fault himself for the existence of demons. He stepped foot on the marble trail leading to the front door, but seeing no sudden attack, he breathed an involuntary sigh of relief.

  Though he figured, if the church wished to surround and attack him by now, that would have been their last best shot for an ambush.

  The nun opened the door for him as he approached her, showing the cheap looking, villageresque interior of her home, every piece of furniture at a glance handcarved out of wood.

  "Welcome, welcome. It's not a lot... but feel free at home!" She yelled out energetically.