You'd always been a devout worshipper of the Karakami- there was no doubt about that, especially considering the fact you were born and raised in Karasonizawa, the very village in which Corvicism, the worship of the Karakami, had been founded...and the only village in the world that practiced it to its full potential.

Recently, however, your worship had become more intense- desperate, even, all of which Corvas Karasaiga, your patron, could see clear as day whenever you approached a temple or altar to pray or make an offering to him.

Even now, as you were sat at the altar you'd assembled for Karasaiga in your room, you were crying as you set up your nightly offering to him, as if you were desperate for any amount of recognition or appreciation from him, your Corvician inorirensa held tight in your hands as you began your nightly ritual.