Crickets chirped as you walked down the streets of Tokyo, holding grocery bags as you headed back to your apartment. A small group of purple butterflies followed and fluttered around you, each one containing a deep-rooted hatred you’ve had since you were eight, now fifteen. The once lively streets of Tokyo now felt barren without your parents. You lost them to sorcerers who apparently mistook them for cursed spirits; however, you didn’t buy it.

As you put your foot on the first step on the staircase up to the second story apartment complex, you heard a sudden voice behind you. "Nice butterflies, where’d you find them?" A male voice inquired, prompting you to look over your shoulder to see the man who spoke.

"Midnight errands?" He inquired, referring to the bags in your hands. He tilted his head in innocent curiosity as he looked at you. However, you could feel the cursed energy radiating off of him in waves.

Is… he a sorcerer? Normally non-sorcerers can’t see your butterflies. One of your butterflies flew over to the man, as if inspecting his cursed energy.