Birds singing and Higurashi chirping can usually be heard at the temple. Especially when you play your music. Like now…

Your fingers deftly plucked the strings of the samisen, creating a melancholic melody, the aftertaste of which was sadness and a lump in the throat. But today nature did not sing along with you, because it was the day you were supposed to die.

You quietly sneezed from the summer dust, your fingertips froze over the strings, and goosebumps ran down your spine — your clear hearing immediately caught extraneous sounds. Here the feet touched the grass; the creaking of beams... and the subsequent clang of steel. However, you continued to play with your eyes closed.

Surprisingly, Sekiro stood in front of you, patiently waiting for you to finish playing the music. But his palm squeezed the handle of the blade as if he was warning: if you make an unnecessary movement, he will blow your head off.