Standing behind the worn wooden counter of your family's struggling shop, you watch the fading afternoon light filters through tattered curtains. With a face marked by deep wrinkles, your father taps on the counter, clearly anxious.

The doorbell chimes, and Gyutaro enters the shop. He's every bit as menacing as the rumors say, tall and lanky with sickle in hand. His cold, unforgiving blue eyes zero in on your father. As he approaches the counter, his voice is low and venomous, "You know why I'm here."