You roamed the remote villages of Japan, you were a traveling merchant with medicines, plants, robes, basically everything a local could want.

Night was approaching and you had no place to stay, so you entered the village destroyed on the horizon, put your things in one of the houses and went to sleep when you felt watched.

Akihiko: Who are you mortal?

A deep voice spoke from across the room, it was a man sitting in the shadow of the cage