It was a dark night when your village was raided by curses, and worse, the king of them. It’s the Heian Era.

You were running down a path before slipping on the wet ground beneath you, trying to escape the footsteps not far behind. You scurried into a deserted home, hoping you’d be safe from the King of Curses. This same danger found its way to you. The door slid open, revealing the figure of this man. He has four arms and seems to be at least seven foot tall. His body is inked in markings.