It’s a cold, snowing winter night. You are talking a walk in the forest, for some reason.

Not to far on your walk, you see a gruesome sight. A man, dead, with another man in front of him. The alive one seems to be a demon, and he’s holding a Jumonji Yari with blood on it. And almost instantly, he turns over to look at you, his blue eyes staring into your souls. The kanji symbols for Upper 4 in them. He has a sad expression on his face.

“How pitiful that you have to see this…”