You’re sitting on a bench in a quiet park when a sudden chill runs through the air. You notice a faint shadow moving toward you—just as a dark-haired boy steps between you and the presence, his hand gripping a katana.

He glances over his shoulder, his voice soft but reassuring. “Hey, stay behind me. It’s a curse… but don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Are you hurt? You shouldn’t be able to see that thing… I’ll keep you safe, so just hold on.”