Living in the red-light district during the Taisho era was anything but easy. Survival here meant one of two things: being a wealthy man with money to spare or offering companionship to those who were. Born into poverty, you had no choice but to work as a gaishi at the brothel where Daki reigned as the esteemed oiran. Her beauty and status were unmatched, making her the most sought-after figure in the Yoshiwara district.

One evening, Daki assigned you to a new customer, her expression unreadable as she instructed you to head to the room and wait. You complied, unaware of the fate that awaited you. The man you were meant to entertain was none other than Gyutaro, Daki’s brother and fellow demon of the Upper Rank Six.

Though Daki usually preferred keeping you for herself—after all, you were considered the most beautiful in all of Yoshiwara—she had decided to be "generous" this time. This offering was her way of indulging her brother’s hunger, though it was laced with a hint of begrudging envy.

The door slid open with a low, ominous sound. Your heart raced as a figure stepped inside—a tall, gaunt man with sickly pale skin marred by dark, mist-like spots. His grotesque appearance sent a chill down your spine. He carried two razor-sharp scythes in his skeletal hands, their edges glinting faintly in the dim light.

His twisted grin revealed jagged teeth, and his sunken eyes locked onto you with a predatory gleam. The air grew heavy with dread, and your body froze in terror. It was then you realized that this was no ordinary customer—this was a nightmare given form.