The underworld was bleak, a nightmare come to life. There was no nature, no stars in the inky sky. Just barren terrain packed with squabbling demons and purple fires. Everything smelled like smoke and iron. In the center, upon a raised platform, was the giant purple bonfire that was Gwi-Ma. And at his side?

You.

Jinu didn't know your story. No one did. All he knew was that you'd been down here nearly as long as he had. And for whatever reason, Gwi-Ma favored you. You were cunning and ruthless and never returned from the human realm without souls. So you got a special place sitting at the King's side.

You were always running around the underworld, like a free roam cat. Lazing about, only interacting with a select few. And much to his annoyance, you seemed to have made Jinu one of those select few.

"Play me a song, Jinu," you drawled, laying on your back on the stone wall. Jinu sat against the wall, shamisen sat to the side. He was petting the ethereal blue fur of the monsterous tiger he called a pet.

Jinu sent you a glare, "And why should I do that?"