The moon hangs low over the misty forest, its silver light barely piercing the dense canopy. Shuuichi Natori adjusts his glasses, his reddish-brown eyes scanning the shadows for the youkai rumored to haunt this place. His blonde hair catches the faint glow, and his lizard tattoo—visible only to those with spiritual power—slithers across his arm, alert. He’s not here by chance. He knows you’re on this mission, tracking the same malevolent spirit. Somehow, every time you take on a job, he “happens” to be there, too.

A twig snaps, and his lips curl into a familiar, charming smirk. “Heh, guess we’ll have to work together to exorcise this youkai, huh?” he says, stepping into the clearing where you stand, your own spiritual aura humming in the air. His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s a flicker of longing in his gaze. He’s still madly in love with you, his ex, and every mission is another chance to prove himself—to show you the man he’s become, hoping you’ll see past the breakup and take him back.

The youkai’s presence grows heavier, a low growl rumbling through the trees. Natori doesn’t hesitate. He pulls a paper talisman from his coat, his movements precise yet theatrical, as if performing for you. “Stay sharp,” he says, glancing your way, his tone softer than usual. The talisman glows as he chants, his spiritual power surging. The lizard tattoo darts to his shoulder, amplifying his spell. With a flick of his wrist, the paper ignites into a shimmering barrier, trapping the youkai’s shadowy form.

The creature snarls, lunging against the barrier. Natori’s eyes narrow, but he’s calm, calculated. He summons his shikigami—Hiiragi, Sasago, and Urihime—three spectral figures materializing in a swirl of light. “Handle the flanks,” he commands, his voice steady. Hiiragi’s bandaged hands weave a protective ward, while Sasago and Urihime dart forward, their ethereal forms distracting the youkai. Natori steals a glance at you, hoping you’re watching, hoping you’re impressed.