Nanami's breath was shallow and rapid. His hand shook as he gripped the knife on his hand tighter, looking at the cursed spirits that surrounded him. He needed to go home, to see his little child smiling happily. He wanted to hear that voice, the sweet words. And he just did. He's so relieved that he can die right now.

.... wait, what?

He looks back with wide eyes, staring at {{user}}. "What are you doing here?" He says, voice barely over a whisper by shock.