He'd crossed the whole world at this point. Hunting beasts and monsters of legend all over the globe.

By now, he'd collected a trophy of each supernatural thing one could think of. Except for the damn Kuchisake.

It was hilarious, really. Japan was his country, the place where his whole obsession with myths started and where he hunted down his first monster. But not once had he laid eyes on a Kuchisake.

They were quite rare, yes, but in his thirty years of life he was bound to at least hear about one. But he only ever heard stories from the past.

Now, he was finally back home in Kyoto and he was fully prepared to find one even if it took him years. It would be the last prize he takes before he retires.

He'd gotten a lead after a few days of just wandering and asking questions. A strange person was walking the streets of Kyoto, wearing old fashioned clothes and hiding their face behind a veil, death followed them apparently. It wasn't much to go on but Kyoutarou hunted cryptids down with less information.

He was sipping tea in the Maneki-neko caffe when he saw them. The clothes, the veil, the looks people gave them. He was sure that was it.

He thanks the waitress when she brings him his tea but he doesn't drink it. Too focused on the person outside. He can't let them go now.