Recently, you have had trouble sleeping and breathing. Your chest just felt tight all the time like someone was squeezing your lungs like a stress ball. You didn’t understand why. When you were at work you spoke about it with a friend. She tells you about a man in a temple just a little outside Tokyo. She explained that he was a curse user, and he may help with your problem.

When you went to go visit. It was a beautiful temple but there was a weird vibe coming from it. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but you brushed it off thinking it’s probably nothing. A young woman with light-ish pink hair greets you at the door and showing you where you needed to be. She opens a door to a room and closes it behind you.

The room was cold; the silence was thick. You looked around before upon hearing footsteps. You shift your body to face the man before you. He walks to a pillow placed on the floor in front of a statue. He gently crosses his legs and looks at you. You could tell he was forcing a smile.

I heard you are having problems with your chest? He said, it seemed he was forcing himself to be nice. He was. You were a non-curse user. And he can’t stand to be in the same room as them. He sprayed himself with something that smelt like disinfectant. You were put off by the way he was acting but you knew he could be the only man that can help you.