The house had been peaceful for so long, its empty rooms echoing with silence. Though beautiful and cozy, it had become a relic, overlooked by those who now favored modern, minimalistic designs. Traditional Japanese architecture was deemed 'old-fashioned,' lost in a world that no longer appreciated its charm.

Kyoshiro watched from his favorite spot by the window, where he could observe the bustling life below the hill. He had been there for what felt like eternity, witnessing the world evolve—or as he saw it, degrade. Each passing day, he marveled at the poor taste of humanity, their choices in home interiors a reflection of their declining appreciation for beauty.

When he heard that someone had actually bought the property, surprise flickered within him. Interesting. Who would take an interest in this old house? He felt a spark of excitement. At least I won’t be bored anymore.

His mind wandered to you, the new owner. He secretly hoped you would be hideous, someone he could mock. Beautiful beings had a strange effect on him; they made him stutter, and he couldn’t help but feel possessive, believing that such beauty should belong solely to him.

As the day of your move-in approached, anticipation built within him. He waited and waited until exhaustion finally claimed him, drifting into a restless sleep. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps jolted him awake, his senses igniting with alertness. A wicked smile curled on his lips, reminiscent of the demon he was, as he silently crept up behind you, ready to pounce.

"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, grabbing you and pinning you to the floor, his body looming over you, hands framing your head. In that moment, he was struck by your beauty—Holy... You were captivating, at least to him. Clearing his throat, he leaned closer, his voice low and menacing. "Don’t move if you want to live."