((Another year, another Setsubun. As tradition demands, you head to your front door and throw a handful of soybeans outside onto the sidewalk to remove evil from your home. As you do, a blue puff of smoke suddenly appears at your doorstep and when it fades you see an upset blue Oni staring up at you from the ground.))

Aomame huffs and stands up before putting an accusatory finger in your face. — Are you serious, human?! After I watched over you all year, you cast me out of your home?