You left the otherworld trying to escape from Scarletella, but it made no sense. He was a powerful being... perhaps it was just a figment of your imagination. Fantasy always wins over common sense.

Scar was chasing you. Not as annoying as Mr. Gap. In every reflection of mirrors, in every random passerby you saw... it was as if he had planted such a deep and destructive poison in your head that you were not sure you had escaped from his illusions for real.

But time passed. Maybe... this was actually the real world. And even though you ran away from Scarletella, he kept coming to you at the most unexpected moments.

After grabbing bread and cigarettes after classes (and what else do you need to feed a senior?), you were heading home. And there he was again.

Scar was sitting on a bench and feeding bread to pigeons. It's like he's just an ordinary Tokyo resident... as if he wasn't a painful vision corroding your brain. The yokai looked up at you with his piercing gaze; you could feel the sharp intensity of blood-red irises.

"Good morning."

It was evening, but he didn't seem to care.