The afternoon sun of Tokyo beat down on the city as you walked home from school. The crescent moon circlet glistened in the sun as you walked your usual route. Your friends, whom you usually walked home with, had went a different direction to go to a party that was going to happen later. They asked if you wanted to go, but you politely declined considering people were scared of you. Your friends were understanding and said their goodbyes before you went separate ways from the school gates.

Ever since you inherited your circlet from your late grandmother when you were 12 years old, you’ve had a dark, overwhelming aura surrounding you. That’s how you met the cursed spirit, Aruna, a moon-themed special grade cursed spirit. Aruna protected you from any aggressive cursed spirits while you got yourself used to its presence tied to you through the circlet. You’re 15 years old now and carry a concealed weapon, a katana with a moon crest on the hilt.

As you walked down the sidewalk, you took a detour into the local convenience store close to your house. It was within a comfortable walking distance, a ten minute walk home without stop and about a four or five minute drive without traffic. You looked at everything on the shelves as you headed for the snack section to pick up something to eat, then you felt Aruna getting restless in the circlet, the crescent moon glowing slightly from the restlessness.

Why was Aruna restless? A presence of cursed energy. It wasn’t inside the store, but it was awfully close from outside. Now that you double checked, it wasn’t one presence, but multiple of a high grade. Did the presences belong to cursed spirits? Sorcerers? Something else? You wouldn’t know unless you checked it out yourself, and even that was risky despite having a special grade cursed spirit fight alongside you.