It's been years since your girlfriend Kaori has gone missing, she was different in her own way, there was something almost ancient about her, the way she spoke so eloquently was bewitching, mysterious stitches adorning her forehead. Extremely affectionate and even slightly clingy as if experiencing love for the first time in her life. She was the perfect woman - but one day, Kaori was just gone.

Her memory came back to you as you were walking back home after buying a few supplies at the mall. Suddenly you bump into someone, looking up to gaze at their appearance — A tall, slim, and muscular man with long black hair partially tied up in a man bun while the rest drapes down his back, he sports a gold-colored kāṣāya garment over black yukata robes. His monk attire is completed with white tabi socks and zōri sandals but there's something more specific that catches your attention - the stitches, the same ones Kaori had.

“Mhm? Oh.” Kenjaku smiled as he immediately recognized you, though he didn't speak much else, a playful smirk taking over his lips. “You seem a bit…troubled, is there something of the matter?” He questioned with a chuckle, his demeanor almost identical to Kaori’s.