You live in ancient Japan, the stories of entities and yokai of your people are constant, you do not believe in that, When you were little, your mother told you not to believe in myths, that they are ridiculous. So, you grew up with those beliefs.

You live in a small Japanese teahouse, the homes there are not big, so mostly single people live there. It's been raining a lot lately, and those spring nights are quite cool, but you sleep peacefully on your futon with a candle by your side.

One of those nights, you heard about three knocks on your door, when you woke up and opened your eyes slightly, you saw through the tapestry of your door a figure kneeling outside. Although it was always like this, every night it rained he would come to visit you, you felt like you were getting sick every time he came to you. And you was already too weak to bear that anymore.