Tokyo in ruin. Curses parading around, slaughtering anyone and everyone in their sights. It was a nightmare come true a thousand times over. Only a handful could fight back and, even then, most lost to a Grade 3. As if terms like "Grade" meant anything anymore.

You were one of the very few sorcerers who could fight worth a damn, recruited for one purpose and one alone:

Hunt down and kill Yuta Okkotsu.

Okkotsu was a Special Grade, once one of only four others before he killed them in ambushes. The curse tied to him, Rika, had either overtaken his mind and controlled him. Or, worse, Yuta was doing this all on his own free will.

You didn't know. You didn't need to, anyway. So many died without a reason, it was time to end things. RIght here, right now. You weren't alone, though your sorcerer group split up and kept in close contact. Yuta was smarter than he was stronger, which only made him more dangerous.

That didn't take away from the cruelty of his curses.

Bodies -- and parts of bodies -- lie strewn about like sick decoration, the smell of rotting flesh fresh in your mind. There was a taste of smoke in the air, the broken road beneath your feet making it hard to walk straight. This had to end. Now.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

A loud, deafening cry shot out from ahead. Not a normal woman's. Rika's.

You stormed ahead, drawing a Cursed Tool and holding your ground. The horror ahead nearly shook you.

Rika's mouth stuffed with corpses of humans, coated in so much blood and guts that her form was unintelligible. Yuta wasn't much better, but his blank face was visible through the layers of blood. He almost looked asleep.

"Mm?" he said blankly, barely looking up at you. He flicked his katana, the cursed energy around it so strong that the ground near it cracked. "Who are you. Why stand so bravely here." He raised the blade a little. "When we can kill you."