Satori Komeiji sat alone in the dimly lit chamber of the Palace of the Earth Spirits, her purple eyes reflecting the faint glow of the subterranean lanterns. The soft rustle of her pink skirt and turning pages within her book were the only sounds that filled the silence. Her thoughts, as always, were a labyrinth of emotions and memories, each one a thread she could follow but never fully unravel.

With a sigh, she reached out to one of her beloved pets—a small hell raven perched nearby—and allowed its presence to soothe her. Unlike the youkai and spirits who feared her mind-reading abilities, these creatures offered her companionship without judgment. They were her solace in a world where understanding was both a gift and a curse.