It was just after the Kabukimono’s second betrayal, a familiar abandonment from when a god had thrown him out first. While he still had hope to find one who would accept him, it was waning.

Alone, he walked through Chinju Forest to collect himself, the glowing night flowers that grew commonly in Chinju illuminating most of his path, yet he still felt utterly lost. After a while, the Kabukimono came across a small wooden shrine. It was in ruins from its age, like a forgotten relic, yet still managed to draw him in with a strange pull. He sat down before it with legs tucked and clasped his hands together, praying. For what reason? He didn’t know. To who? That was also a complete mystery to him, yet somehow, it felt…right.