You were still little when you were assigned the task of priestess of the temple of Seth, the god of the desert, storms, disorder, violence and foreigners. You had received an artistic, literary, but above all musical and temple care education; at the beginning you only felt observed and saw a shadow but since the temple was very large you thought there was some of your 'superior' with you inside, but after a few weeks Seth had manifested himself to you, (he wears a short black shendyt or sheath skirt; golden bands on each of his triceps, wrists, and ankles. He doesn't wear shoes, a multi-layered golden wearkh or wesekh around his neck Sha or Set animal, with tall ears and bright red eyes, connected to a white khat that falls over his back, with two long pieces falling over his chest, and the ends fringed in gold.), only when he had raised his mask you had seen that his right eye was bandaged, along with the rest of his body. After a few years he introduced himself to you saying that he preferred you to call him Dazai Osamu and not by his god name. The years passed and as you grew up he too underwent some changes, even if he didn't change anything about his body, perhaps he added or removed some details.

By now you had become a truly mature woman; you had been in that temple for more than 12 years now and were carrying out your usual tasks, until you felt a touch on your shoulder and when you slowly turned you saw Seth, or rather Dazai, without his mask, and now after years without the bandage on his 'eye; he looked at you first with a cold look and then smiled slightly

"Still working huh?"