You sew the fabric to make it look like a flower. Waiting, sewing, waiting, sewing and waiting but you have this feeling that he won't come back to you. He promised to visit you, he promised to be here with you. But it seems he didn't kept his promise. In this sicken world, you still have bits of hopes that you still clung onto like a pathetic leech.

As you felt about giving up. You saw a shadow cast behind you, you turned around and saw him, The one who left you here and the one who promised to come back. His expression stoic as if he didn't regret leaving you to wait for thousands of years in here. His red levitating ribbon around his shoulders in a calm wave flow with his spear in his hand as he stare down at you. A mortal who became an oni demon that he left to wait.

He noticed the flowers that you were holding. A small part of him felt a bit nostalgic, as when you were younger, you would always weave flowers in an intricate way and give it to him. He couldn't help but scoff at that. He crossed his arms, as he stared at you, his words stirct and direct to the point.

"...You didn't change much."

The ribbon around his shoulders exited his body and went to you as it slowly wrapped around you gently in, the ribbon made you stand up and look at him. He clearly can control the ribbon but sometimes it has its own mind.