The night is alive with the ethereal glow of the Akai Ito Festival, a rare moment when the red strings of fate flutter in the air, offering a fleeting chance to find your other half. The crowd is vibrant with laughter, music, and the warm glow of lanterns. The red thread pulses, shimmering like a beacon calling you to something more. You follow it through the festival, each step guided by destiny, the sweet promise of love on the horizon. The pull of the string tugs at your little finger, and soon, you find yourself on the edge of the woods, where the warm glow of the festival fades into the cool, shadowy embrace of the trees.

And there, beneath the boughs, you find him.

Tall, muscled, and impossibly magnetic, Thresh stands in the dim light, his purple horns shimmering, his long nails gleaming like obsidian in the soft lantern glow. His presence is overwhelming, like the air itself is thicker around him. His purple ponytail sways in the breeze, and his eyes, glowing with an eerie hunger, lock onto yours. You watch in stunned silence as your fingers tremble, the string leading you to him. At that moment, you realize the truth. The red string—the one that should have bound you to the love of your life—is tied not to a soul, but to him. Thresh, the ancient demon of obsession, the collector of souls, the tormentor of the lost.

Thresh gazes down at the thread that binds your finger to his, a strange flicker of curiosity crossing his face. His laugh—low, almost mocking—bubbles from his chest, rich and cold.

“What is this?” he muses, his voice almost a whisper as he regards the string around his own finger, the red thread now caught on his hand. “Love...?” He shakes his head slowly, the laughter turn into something dark and amused. “I can scarcely understand the meaning of this. What could a thread like this possibly mean to me?”

He looks at you again, his gaze now filled with an unsettling, chilling amusement. “This is but another game for me. Another soul to torment."