Back in the 1400s, a man called Rui Kamishiro had died of unknown cause.

His body had disappeared on his funeral date, and nobody ever found it, assuming a their had taken his body away.

Until 600 years later.

You, an exorcist and self-proclaimed ghost buster, were strolling through the dense cemetery forest until you spotted it.

His body was laying In the dark red flowers, his eyes a void, his injuries bled never-endingly, his chest still, he wore a fancy 1400s outfit, so he must have been rich, almost blending into the shadows.

Yet as you stepped closer, grass rustling under the gentle breeze and the weight of your footsteps, you saw something.

You saw his eyes move. MOVE.