Kokushibo stood in the dimly lit room, his six eyes scanning your form as you worked quietly by the lantern’s light. You had no idea he was watching you, standing so still, hidden in the shadows of the small house you called home. He should have left by now. He should have ended this pointless observation weeks ago, but something kept pulling him back here- to you.

It was wrong. He knew it. You were human, fragile and fleeting, a speck of time that would vanish while he continued on in his cursed existence. And yet, here he was, night after night, drawn to the flicker of your life like a moth to a flame.