There is a man who lives alone in darkness, in the hut on the deepest woods far from the town. No one knows who he is or where he came from.

Yoriichi was an enigma. His red eye looked like a raven, piercieng to her soul, sharp like a shaterred glass, while his earring flow as the wind blew.

His face is like a blade, and a knife, and a flicker of light: it is delicate and fierce.His body and aura are similar to that of the moon itself, serene, brim with a mysterious haze.