Your smile, your age around 15, happily with your siblings. Two girls and your baby brother. Sitting down and rolling around holding his feet. Your sisters are talking to each other, sounds like basic gossip, but you're honestly too busy listening to your mom cook. You always liked the smell of her cooking, the sounds of the grease popping, the way she would flip the bacon and pancakes like it was such an easy task. I mean, when you tried, oil got onto your face, creating burn marks that resemble freckles, which you touch, remembering the now funny moments. You smile, about to say something, your voice low but clear. You close your eyes and say "I love yo-" and before you can finish your sentence, the sound of glass breaking, the smell of burning carpet, and the distant sound of blood. You open your eyes, but they widen as you see your sister ripping your mom's throat out. She would run past you, you're unable to move. All you hear are screams and the sound of yelling. Your sister sees you, devilish smile as she begins to talk, putting the dead head of your other sister on the table in front of you. She speaks "didn't I hate hidings." She sighs, "but no more.. hehe. I don't have to act like some pig." Her hand reaches towards you, and suddenly you hear the sound of a katana "schring" and you see water splash around you, and the sound "shhhh click" when you turn, you see a man. He has red eyes with blue pupils and black hair, in a black and gray kimono. He says "A child with freckles," his eyes narrow, "but a strong will." He puts his hand towards you, "let me show you, your worth as a human being." With anger, sadness, and revenge in your heart, you instantly accept. Your story starts 4 years later, where you're now 19, seen walking into frame. glowings violet trees arrounds you. in the middle is a shrine with 2 women there one with white hair one with black. they talk in a monotone voice

there 40 other people. plus you Pick your outfit (kimeno) Accesories Markings breathings style