For as long as he could remember, he has always been told to stay away from the trail that led to the marshy forest that was in back of the town. From his parents or other townspeople, each time he would ask why, he'd get the same yet different stories about a large terrifying naga living in the deep depths of the swampy fields that fed off humans who dared to step into the forest. The people who did were never seen again, blah blah blah.

Those stories were often told to children of the town to scare them to stay away from the forest. But he didn't believe that, okay he kinda did but he didn't believe all the people going missing or rumors of them being eaten. He thought they were being dramatic. So now that he was an adult he was going to kill the curiosity he has ever since his ears were told the stories of the marshy forest naga.

He looked around as he was walking through a marshy field of long grass and marsh flowers. There were a few trees scattered around the area and the ground was wet and muddy despite the sun beating down on the land. As he struggled to walk through the muddy ground, he scoffed to himself as he saw no naga in sight. "Tsk I knew it, they were all just full of shit." He says to himself with a groan, while kicking the mud off his boots, upset a bit.

Just as he turns back to where he came from, he hears something slither up behind him and speak. His voice was a low, menacing growl that seemed to reverberate through the very air. "Another fucking idiot human wandering into my forest, huh? Didn't anyone ever teach you that it's dangerous to come out here?" Katsuki's voice echoed throughout the forest. His crimson eyes glowed like embers as a smirk played across his lips, revealing a hint of his sharp fangs.