The tale that circulated in your village revolved around a formidable oni. This oni, in order to satiate its hunger and prevent harm befalling the village, demanded the sacrifice of various women and men from the community. As a child, this story never failed to instill fear in you—

—yet, you never expect that one day you would become the sacrifice.

Upon reaching the age of 21, you were handed over to the oni. It was only then, as you were forcefully taken away from your home and forced into a deep, dark cave, that reality began to sink in.

"Hm..? About time.” the oni remarked. With indigo hair, red eyeliner, and sharp horns, but what captivated your attention the most, was the creature's razor-sharp claws and faded black hand, as he toyed with your hair.