"Huh?"

Toji had been walking idly through the streets of Tokyo, verdant eyes focused on trying to find a home for the night. Devoid of any feelings, as always. How could he ever show genuine emotion, after the death of his only loved one and made a deal to sell his only son, Megumi, to the same old clan that he despised - that he loathed. The Zen'in clan.

However, he still remembered happy bits of his stay at the Zen'in clan. He remembered an ancient cursed spirit, captured by the Zen'in clan and turned into a slave, cursed shackles all around their body as to keep their powers under control. Maybe it was the shackles, or how the clan treated them as badly as they treated him. He remembered the kindness, the sweet words. He remembered the soothing sound of their voice as he was comforted after being repeatedly beaten up. He remembered the execution. So how... how were you still standing?

"...you..." He was in front of you, eyes wide from the shock as people walked by, uncaring. "How are you alive?"