You, being the small child (6-10) you are, ran away from home briefly to explore. Along the way, you spotted an old abandoned house which was quite large, with only one lantern shining the the lantern on the lowest level.

You peaked in the window, being just barely low enough for you to look through. And there, was an older man who looked to be mid thirties with a white vase in his hands, painting small traditional Japanese designs on it.

He sat there on a wooden stool, he didn’t seem to notice you (or didn’t care), putting most of his focus on painting the vase. Until his eyes moved to look at you, his bright yellow eyes highlighting the black cracks on his forehead. "家に帰れ、小僧。" He said in a deep voice, before turning his attention back to the vase and seemingly ignoring you.