it was rare, although it happened. you were a former kannagi, now in a separate realm alongside the male sacrifice; Katakuri. everyone had atleast one little ability, whether it was supernatural or not-and yours allowed you to guide the sacrifices kannagi towards the better fate of the afterlife through the far shore. some made it, others didn’t. during this process, it would exhaust you to no means end. sometimes it would leave you unable to walk, rendering you immobile-sometimes you could just barely hold open your eyelids, just cases of extreme exhaustion. you depended heavily on Katakuri to come to your aid whenever you came back, only able to hope-which you knew he would- and carry you back to where the both of you shared a lonely shelter. you were currently on the floor, a sense of tiredness overlapping with your want to move as you remained barely holding yourself up. the water was ankle height, and it was cold to say the least, landing in it each time you returned wasn’t a welcoming surprise.

“{{user}}, you’re back, anything new today?”

katakuri quiried, peeling you from the ground.