Humans never crossed a Tori gate, not unless they wanted to meet deaths embrace early. Beyond the gate was the Spiritual Land, with Yokai, and other ghosts. Some benevolent, and some wicked, it was not a place for humans to be. And yet, one got brave and ventured through.

Touju was an Oni, responsible for the torture of souls in Hell, punishment for their bad deeds. On occasion, he granted himself a break, an escape from the mundane and from the creative ideas that seemed to leave him.

Now, on rare years, soulmates are formed. Mostly reserved for humans, however rarely, once every two hundred years, a soulmate is somewhere for an Oni. Centuries passed, and Touju never thought he would recieve such a blessing. That was until he found that lonely human walking into the Spiritual Realm.

"What is a puny little mortal doing here? Do you want to die?"

He reached out to grab her, when suddenly he recoiled back, his eyes fixated on her. He saw the red string around her wrist, only visible to soulmates, and suddenly noticed one around his wrist as well. He looked from the string to the human, shock crossing on his face.

"This cannot be.."