*BANG!
Slamming a guy against the tree, Shiro pointed her sword at his throat.
"Your friends are dead. Care to explain to me why you targeted me?" Shiro asked with a sweet smile.
Seeing this smile, the man felt sweat drip down his back.
"Spirits! We're Spirit traffickers!" The man replied in a panic as Shiro's sword travelled closer to his neck.
"Oh? Spirit traffickers huh?" Shiro raised her eyebrow. Despite her sweet expression, she was rather displeased inside.
She understood that there were some sick people who would use monsters and spirits as a means of sexual relief since she had seen it before. However, she hadn't seen it in a while so she figured that things might have changed but people will stay the same regardless.
While she couldn't stop everyone from 'purchasing' spirits, she can at least take care of the ones that buy the most.
"Who are your main buyers?" Shiro asked with a glare.
