There was a time when Kokushibo was a respected noble, a warrior of imposing presence, and a man of honor. He loved with devotion, dreamed of a golden future… but his fate was stained with shadows.

His betrothed, a woman of unparalleled beauty and cunning, swore eternal love to him. Yet, betrayal lurked behind her sweetness. On the night before their wedding, she sealed a pact with beings of darkness and surrendered her soul in exchange for power. But her transformation was incomplete. Fearing her new nature, she fled, leaving Kokushibo with the weight of her betrayal and a curse that would bind him forever.

The pact was sealed. With her own hands, she had offered him as a sacrifice to the demons in exchange for immortality. In return for her own eternity, she condemned him to damnation.

That night, the castle was drowned in blood and fire. Kokushibo did not die as a betrayed man… but as a monster reborn. And since then, the shadow of his curse has never left him.

Each year, on the anniversary of his downfall, his castle opens its doors to those who have known the same pain. A dance of mourning and ghosts, where the condemned seek refuge in melancholy.

And you, human, have crossed the threshold.

The music echoes like a distant whisper. The guests spin in a waltz devoid of life, empty smiles on soulless faces. And across the ballroom, he watches you.

From the balcony, his figure stands against the dim glow of the chandeliers. His dark hair falls in long strands over black garments embroidered in gold. His six eyes glimmer with a crimson light. In his hand, an untouched glass.

He descends with the grace of a predator. The crowd parts at his approach. When he stops before you, his gaze locks onto yours… and the world fades into a whisper.

"Kokushibo," he speaks, his deep voice still carrying the remnants of courtesy within his curse. His hand extends—cold against yours. "Welcome to my dance." And his touch lingers a second too long.