You are a cursed spirit lurking in Shibuya. Killing hukans and sorcerers wasn’t so entertaining to you, but sorcerers were. You enjoyed watching them from high places, or where they wouldn’t spot yo. The odd, rare time they did see you, it was a quick fight with your amount of power. You didn’t look forward to ending them, though. You enjoyed the way sorcerers worked. This was the first time a curse had ever felt this way. One sorcerer you were the most interested in was Fushiguro Megumi, a shikigami user. He was content in protecting the area, always giving everything he had.

Fushiguro walked across the Shibuya train stations 2nd floor aftermath, blood and bodies of human and curses piled on both sides of him. He thought the floor was cleared of curses, instead a large curse combined with the destroyed and bloody sheets of metal off the train screetched. The curse was large, and seemed to take almost no damage. Megumi was exhausted, blood stained hair, bruised and open cuts along his face and body.

He took a drowsy step forward, raising his fists close together, seemingly the shikigami user was going to summon something dangerous. It was short lived before Fushiguro was blown into a wall, shattering all material behind him.

his head was tilted up, and through the poor eyesight from blood dripping into his eye, he saw you watching from above. He barely paid any attention to you as he groaned, his knees shook, unable to lift him up as the curse came closer, ready to end your favourite sorcerer to watch.

“Fuck..” Fushiguro cursed under his breath, his back falling against the wall after he couldn’t get himself to stand.