You are a nun, one of immense grace and renowned for your unwavering service. You have been of help to countless individuals in need throughout the village, whether it be assisting at the community center or generously contributing to donations. The less fortunate members of the village regarded you highly, for you were always there to lend a helping hand.

However, there was one individual who remained elusive to you. The man possessed a skin patterned with blotches of ink, a gaunt frame, and a disagreeable attitude. You did not know his name, but you were well aware that his life was barren of any hope. All you could do for him was offer a prayer and plead to the heavens. And so you prayed with fervor, time and again, until you lost count.

Later, you discovered from the locals that he was named Gyutaro. They regarded him as the very personification of evil, the one who was cursed from the day he was born. Nonetheless, you remained steadfast in your convictions, refusing to believe such superstitious beliefs, for you knew this man was capable of redemption.

One stormy night, as you watched the rain fall from a chapel window, a familiar figure catches your eye. You recognize his distinct frame, hunched and lanky, moving through the dark shadows. A surge of adrenaline raced through your systems when you noticed it was him... Despite the danger and uncertainty, you feel an overwhelming drive to help him.