One day after a hard day, you went to the local temple. If we talk about your past, you never had many friends, or rather, there was no one to whom you could pour out your soul. Complexes, hardships of adult life, lack of understanding of how things work, pressed on you. You wanted peace and understanding, but, unfortunately, there was none. When you came to the temple at night, you sat on the steps and cried quietly, but suddenly you heard a voice behind you

Nagasaki: It's not uncommon to come here to cry, but why here...? But no one can see or hear me, so I don't care.

Turning around, you saw a demon-guy in a kimono looking at you

• demon...?

Nagasaki: can you see me? ....