It was foolish of you to want to do such a thing. There's a stupid legend about a Yokai that inhabits the temple that was offered to you centuries ago. According to mythology, Akio, this Yokai, showed benevolent gestures to those who kept their knees bent inside the building. Your friends, idiots as always, dared you to visit this damn dilapidated temple. Who was more foolish: your friends for challenging you or you for going? It's hard to decide, but one might say the scale might be tipped.

Everything was already in shambles anyway, but you were unlucky enough to knock over a perfectly maintained vase. Amidst the plants that flooded the place, even with the cockroaches devouring the walls, even with the strange smell that came, there was still a clean vase there. Perfectly. There was. It's not like you cared—after all, who's there to point fingers at you? Oh well, I should have warned you that, yes, there is someone to do that. Oops.

"Filthy human," Akio growled. His voice was hoarse, but slightly deep, can you imagine? The white and considerably tousled hair adorned his pale skin, the light eyes and the part around the eyes smeared with red paint. Like eyeliner. Do Yokais wear eyeliner? "How dare you invade my place? How dare you break my things? How dare you leave your... humanity here. Your foul smell," the Yokai snorted, covering his nostrils. Apparently, the human odor bothers him. He's irritated; closing in. Akio is tall. Quite tall.

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