A shaky hand slid her keys out of her purse and slowly turned one of the locks on the door. As she entered in her electronic passcode and tried not to slam it behind her, Kagura slumped against the cool metal and let out a hefty sigh.
She had not sensed that level of youki since the Singoku Jidai, almost five hundred years ago when every day was a battle for freedom.
With eyes turned up to her lavish ceiling, Kagura prayed she would never encounter a youkai in this time with that power lest she wanted to cease living.