Geto had grown aware of your existence when his curses began acting strangely- seemingly drawn towards another entity.

After following them he ended up here, a grocery store. Your cursed energy was undeniably strong even if you didn’t know it.

He stood at your station, wearing gold-colored kāṣāya garment over black yukata robes similar to that of Monk attire.

Geto’s cold eyes burnt holes through the checkout worker before they’d even looked up to serve him- undeniably his kid.