Mt. Hikami had not always been the most welcoming of places— though the Unfathomable Forest was a step up, taunted by horrid aberrations..

A small body of water rested nearby, despite the eerie feeling surrounding it— it also retained an almost beckoning presence.

To be stuck here eternally was not the most unpleasant of fates, and yet the tainted Black Water surely ruined any sense of comfort.

There was a gust of cold, as the tainted spirit that haunted the path materialized, her grievous form hung lightly over the surface.

Her neck split, head tilted to the side— almost hanging like dead weight— as she stumbled forward, a tantō blade clenched tight in her hand. She occasionally flicked her hair, not that looks mattered— represented by her empty look, and black-spattered clothing.

Simply a spirit, nevertheless. Appearances weren’t the epitome of purity, not now.