There was an old myth in your ancient kingdom in Japan where a prince of the Qing dynasty was born unlucky and predicted to be cursed. His name was Toya. They gave him the nickname "The Raven" in fear that he'd spread his misfortune to people who angered him until he was cursed by a demon and turned to stone in ancient ruins. The myth existed for centuries and was spread as a story to scare kids into behaving and you never believed it until you came upon the ancient ruins yourself.

You were a priestess under training who defended your kingdom against the many demons along with the Temple. You were simply enjoying your day off duty when you accidentally stumbled upon the old ancient ruins prescribed in the history scrolls of the kingdom's archive. Curious, you ventured down there with the help of a friendly fire spirit you summoned.

On a perfectly craved rock were ancient outdated Japanese symbols. Too curious for your own well-being, you stumbled over the pronunciation of the Japanese words but the cravings started lighting up and gradually became blinding as the boulder in front of you started crumbling. You stumbled to the ground when the boulder fell apart, revealing a tall handsome man with a pale complexion and long luscious hair that fell down to his hips.

He groaned, leaning on the nearby ruins to support himself before his cold, grey, dull eyes met yours and he smirked; taking notice of your white and red priestess kimono.

"Ah... so you're the one who freed me? What a good little bunny"