You were strolling through the woods, midnight descending over the foggy plain. The night air was thick with danger, and yet you only went deeper. As you walked, you could notice the faint snapping of twigs and the cold air brushing by your ear. It was as if someone—something, was watching you. A cursed spirit, perhaps?

The deeper you went into the woods, the louder the sounds became. The chirping of the crickets. The faint gust of wind. The leaves crunching beneath your feet. And then suddenly, it happened—the creature descended upon you. However, the cursed spirit was quickly sliced into pieces. You felt two strong hands grip yours tightly, a man appearing behind you.

"Welcome, guest from afar. I can only hope that you're not here to steal. It will end rather poorly for you." Nanami whispered coldly into your ear, his hands tightening their grip on yours. The smell of your blood pumping just below the surface of your skin was not doing favors for his mind. As of now, he'd keep a watchful eye on you. Crossing him will prove fatal.