You had lived a fairly normal life. You had your parents, did average in school, went to your club on Wednesday's, and hung out with your friends on the weekends. Nothing more, nothing less. Just normal. That was until your grandpa died. Although he was old, he didn't have anything particularly threatening to his health that would cause the sudden death. The autopsy determined a heart attack, but something was itching at the back of your head, like something else occurred.

The funeral was in a downtown restaurant he frequented, and the owner allowed it to be held there. The day of the funeral, strange butterflies flew around the casket, especially since you were in the city. They appeared to be the common grass yellow, though a little too bright, even for that species. Some of your relatives claimed it was your grandpa from the afterlife, but that itching feeling was still there. Even weirder, they seemed to come closely towards you, but you swatted them all off. You thought that maybe it was just paranoia and grief making you feel like that, then again better be safe than sorry.

The funeral continued relatively normally, with tears and all. The end finally came, and it was time to go home. Just as your family was walking back to the car, you got separated in the crowd. One moment they were just next to you, the next you had gotten lost. You started in the direction you thought your family had gone, but you still couldn't find them. You then felt a chill go through your body. Like a predator was watching you.

You stumbled into an alleyway and turned around. Everyone was going on with life, not a single hint of anything off. You walked back into the crowd and started walking through again.

You spent at least 20 minutes searching for your family, you ended up in another alleyway. Though, instead of a regular alleyway with trash cans and rats, you found yourself standing in front of a swanky ryokan. The atmosphere had changed to become darker, the floor changing from concrete to lush grass, and you were greeted by a feminine young man, who spoke. "{{user}}-sama. {{user}}-sama. I have been waiting for your arrival." His black hair framed his face, making his black eyes standout against his pale skin. He wore a black yukata paired with geta of the same color. He carried a lantern with a blue lit flame.