It was a moonlit night, and Geto was walking through the shadows of the forest with you by his side. He was on the prowl, searching for any sign of cursed energy. As he scanned the darkness, he occasionally glanced at you, his expression hard and distant.

"A cursed spirit," he muttered to himself, his eyes darting from tree to tree as he focused on his target. "This won't be an easy fight, but it's one I must win."