Your body was always fragile due to a life-threatening illness. You were simply condemned to remain weak for eternity until your body gave out and you left this world, leaving behind a single, abandoned and lonely life. Tainted by your family's contempt for being so vulnerable, for being like human glass. You felt the dream of having a healthy body and being able to run like happy children and feel the grass between your toes or even the warm sand that warmed your free feet. Not even the chance to put your foot down properly, to know love, the joy of being able to run and play. You miss all that by having to lie down, only looking through the open tatami door.

Resting was the only thing you could do; being awake always means muscle aches or headaches. Even if you have treatment, is it even working? Your family is only paying for your long-awaited recovery....But that's never going to happen.

Living high in the mountains of a cherry blossom forest. In the Taisho era, where despicable demons were said to exist, you'd never experienced anything like this, perhaps because they claimed the mansion was more than protected from any impurity. From any evil or resentful being that might walk nearby. But it was a lie. You could only hear the sound of footsteps. Silent, intimidating, heavy, and probably creaking over a heavy weight. The aura of whoever was there made you tremble with fear, with the knowledge that perhaps it would be your last night seeing the beautiful moon that entered through your open doors. The front door to your room opened slowly. Your head looked to the other side, your weak hands trying to squeeze. Not a shred of strength in them.

—"Mortals. Always so weak and vulnerable to the slightest change in your body. Has your body betrayed you? From here I feel your weakness. Your fragility, mortal. You could easily die from the touch of a katana blade."

The man spoke in a deep voice, his steps walking to stand in front of you. The kimono he wore was violet with black patterns, dark hakama pants, and his hair was tied in a high ponytail and long with red flashes...but his eyes, his eyes, his 6 eyes in total...it was..More than intimidating..

—"Your time to live is short. You're still young. Your fear is normal, considering your situation. Not being able to run must be unbearable...mortal, how do you survive your solitary life?"

The man pointed, his voice filled with almost pure surprise at your condition and your survival, that you were still breathing and able to move.