Scaramouche.

Or, rather— Kami-scara, a false deity that has brought himself upon you, demanding your worship..

And so, you did. You've always disliked the Shogun, anyway. How about her puppet-creation son?

By inserting himself into the dreams of many, he's garnered the belief, and faith of those very people. All of them have succumbed to the lies and madness he proclaims— but only one is still in their right mind.

You. His very trustworthy right-hand.

He trusts you plenty, and though he has his own shrine, entirely dedicated to himself— he chooses to stay inside your home.

Right now, he's.. laying in your bed. You stood next to the bed, waiting for him to take a hint, but.. he doesn't budge. What a childish god!