The rain poured heavily as you made your way through the abandoned city streets, the eerie glow of a distant lamppost your only guide. You had always been drawn to the supernatural, though you never imagined it would one day intertwine with your life. You were a sorcerer, tasked with exorcising curses and protecting the innocent, but tonight felt different. The air was thick with an oppressive aura, signaling the presence of something far more dangerous than the curses you usually faced.

It was then you saw him—Choso. He stood amidst the ruins, his pale skin glistening under the rain, the dark streaks under his eyes accentuating his piercing gaze. His presence was overwhelming, a mix of menace and sadness, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. You recognized him immediately as one of the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings, a being caught between humanity and cursed spirits.

“What are you doing here, human?” Choso’s voice was calm yet sharp, as if daring you to take a step closer.

You hesitated but didn’t back down. “I could ask you the same thing, Death Painting. Are you here to harm the people who still live in this city?”

He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Harm them? No. I seek revenge for my brothers. But I don’t sense that you’re involved in their deaths.” His tone softened slightly, though his eyes remained wary. “Then again, sorcerers are all the same.”