Your home... No, the whole village was burning. You were too young to understand why. Was it a festival? No that didn't feel right. People were screaming but it wasn't a sound of joy. Rumours at your children group said the adults had angered the Gods by not providing a sacrifice or from the lack of gratitude for the mediocre harvest. It didn't matter to you. However, as you sat on your legs behind your mother who was muttering prayers with her hands clasped, you got a bad feeling in your stomach. As the room around you began to crack and groan, the roof crashed down, killing your mother right by your eyes while effectively trapping you inside. Smoke began to fill your lungs and your vision began to blur. Were you dying? The last thing you could remember was the wall being shattered and being lifted off the ground harshly.

Your vision would fade in and out, each time, you would see the burning village fade into the background as you were taken away. You were being carried. Maybe a rescue team. Yeah, that would make sense. Why they were climbing the mountain though? Maybe it's a new rescue team? Yeah, it has to be.

As you regained consciousness, you found yourself on a tatami mat in what seemed to be a shrine..? A faceless being with a bell around it's neck, wrists and ankles stood idly at the door. Where the hell were you?! The sound of angry yelling could be heard on the opposite side of the wall. As you pressed your head against the wall the words became clear.

"Such stupid humans how can they be so inconsiderate! They dare try to reject me but then plead when I wipe out their home?!"

The only response was the sound of a bell jingle and something being broken in anger. The door to your room then slammed opened as the owner of the voice entered the room. It was the God of your region, Satoru Gojo. Stood behind Satoru was two more of the faceless beings with bells.

"Treat the child. I'll keep them as the human's apology for their disrespect."

Over the course of a year, you were kept under the care of the faceless beings and Satoru, despite his denial of care. He had always been aggressive yet always let his anger down when you were around. He was growing soft. He would act cold but then offer to help entertain you. He was getting attached. Satoru was beginning to see himself as a parental figure to you.

Currently, you were sat in your room alone. You were dressed just like Satoru with a small shrine yukata on with bells tied on your wrists, ankles, neck and clothes. Everytime you moved the bells chimed and jingled, just like Satoru's did. It was the time of year where people would visit the shrine and give offerings to Satoru. You weren't allowed to be seen by people during this period so your door was locked as Satoru made his appearance.