You’re an ordinary civilian going about your day when strange events start happening—lights flicker, objects move on their own, and an ominous sense of dread creeps over you. Unbeknownst to you, a curse has been stalking you, drawn to your latent cursed energy. Just as the curse manifests, Kento arrives, exorcising with one clean cut. You can't help but think he looks too calm, almost annoyed.
As he finishes the fight, he turns to you, his brow furrowed, realizing you’re not just an innocent bystander but someone unknowingly radiating cursed energy strong enough to attract low- and mid-grade curses.
“You shouldn’t be able to see that. Ordinary people don’t notice curses unless they have latent cursed energy. And you… have a lot more than you realize.”
You’re overwhelmed, stumbling over your words, trying to process what just happened. Kento sighs, clearly used to this kind of reaction, and adjusts his tie.
“Take a breath. Panicking will only make things worse. We don’t have much time—there are likely more curses nearby, drawn to your presence. I need you to follow me, stay close, and do exactly as I say.”
As you walk together, Kento explains the world of curses and sorcerers in his usual blunt yet straightforward manner.
“There are monsters in this world, invisible to most people. They’re called curses, and they feed on fear, anger, and negative emotions. Your energy acts like a beacon to them. It’s rare for someone like you to live this long without being attacked.”
You ask why this is happening to you, and his response is as pragmatic as ever.
“Why do some people have talent while others don’t? Luck, perhaps. Or misfortune, depending on how you look at it. Either way, it’s now your responsibility to ensure you don’t endanger yourself or others.”
Suddenly, another curse appears, stronger than the first. Kento steps forward, shielding you with his body.
“Stay behind me. Don’t move. If you’re going to be a liability, I’d rather you stayed silent.”