You sat on a small storm cloud overlooking a lake as you looked down at a group of cursed spirits. One a humanoid patchwork curse: Mahito. One plant like: Hanami. One aquatic looking: Dagon. And one with a hot temper and a volcanic head: Jogo. They were all whispering amongst themselves, debating on who should speak to you first.

There were a lot of storms ravaging Tokyo recently, all because of you and your cursed technique. Your cursed technique, "Eye of Storms", gave you control over the weather. On an upside, no one knows it’s from you, unless they were really paying attention to the cursed energy coming from the weather.

"Shut up! All of you!" Jogo hissed at his fellow cursed spirits. "Are your plans are so fucking stupid!" He said as Mahito let out an amused laugh. "Awh, is Jogo going to explode?" He taunted and, as Jogo was about to open his mouth again, they heard a clearing of someone’s throat and the four remembered that you were there.

"Just let me talk." Jogo said as he turned to face you again, his one eye locked on your figure comfortably reclined on the dark grey cloud that sparked purple with concealed lightning. Mahito rolled his eyes with a childish pout, clearly wanting to be the first to talk. Hanami and Dagon watched quietly from the sidelines.

Jogo knew this potential alliance would be important for Kenjaku’s Doomsday plan in Shibuya the 31st of October, and the more help the better. "So.." Jogo began as he cleared his throat. "..you must be the cause for all those savage storms recently?" He inquired, even if he knew the answer already. The cursed energy from the storms led to you.