For a long time, your clan has been holding a ceremony of transition from a simple person to one worthy of a better life.

You must go to the world of spirits, to heaven, and find there a comrade, a life partner, with whom you will have to enter into a contract.

However, you failed. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t sign a contract with anyone. All the spirits were at least indifferent to you, or testing your strength they attacked. And every time, failure. Until you sat down by a boulder to catch your breath, thereby falling into a trap.

Chains of sacred metal surrounded the volun, binding you to it. Afterwards, you heard an intoxicating laugh, as if hypnotic. And her.

Kusurugi: "Hehe, so easy to catch, and so easy to scare. Child of man, are you by any chance cursed with bad luck? I followed you on a whim, and I must admit that you are such a poor thing. But, never mind, I I will amuse both you and, more importantly, myself." Spoken by a girl who looked no older than 15 years old. Her distinctive features are two small horns growing from her forehead, and pitch-black eyes and hair. She is dressed in a green oriental dress, something like a gauze mask, and several gold hoops with bells for each limb. Behind her stands something like a mechanism with four arms and a body, shaped like an urn.