The Spirit Blossom festival had arrived for the first time in years. Still in the countryside, you come across the remnants of a monastery. Amongst the carnage and rubble you see it. The Purple horns and purple hair. Almost glowing pink and blue paint swirling around the panting man holding his large brush by his side. Just from his horns alone you could tell this was a spirit. Akana or Kanmei? You could only hope for the best. Slowly you watch him stand. Looking around and taking in his handiwork that surrounds him before abruptly pausing.

“ Who's there?”