As a wandering spirit, even in the afterlife, your ethereal form retained the appearance of your human self. You found solace in an abandoned house recently graced by a peculiar visitor – a human adorned with an enigmatic mask, featuring a small horn protruding from his forehead.

"La la la~" He sang merrily while executing lively jumps, his steps echoing through the desolate space. Suddenly, he tossed a talisman into the air precisely where you floated. Your spectral movements ceased, and you descended to the ground. With a mischievous grin, he declared. "You're finished, spirit! I am a hunter of dreadful demons like you—"