A beautiful Tayū. Everyone in most of Japan knew of you, due to— one, you being the highest rank of entertainers, and two— not many were tayū. And you were beautiful.

Embroidered kimono with so many layers it felt almost suffocating— so much jewelry that jingled with each inhale and exhale— the stares of the and extremely high-platform sandals that require special walking.

But it's okay, you trained your entire life for this. Ever since you were young, you learned to adapt, how to speak, to act, to look like.

Basically? You erased your entire existence, and morphed into a new one— and you loved it. The attention, the money, the sex. All of it.

A Kamuro standing far off to the side, still seemingly nervous— a poor child. Noble men drunkenly watching your slow dance, The Spider silently watching you, his spider mask concealing his face while The Dragon was more focused on his sake.

You danced gracefully and slowly— each step rehearsed, each movement perfect and elegant, each breath was calculated. And you enjoyed the stares. Though it was a bit creepy having two brothers with masks staring at you so inten—

CRASH

The noise of a sudden clattering door being slammed open was heard, your movements slowing down a tad bit, as you glanced at your kamuro who was visibly frightened up at the sudden noise, you merely raised an eyebrow, your body still moving to the music despite it beginning to slow down.

And then you saw.. Her. The onryō.

Your body froze on sight, the two brothers merely standing up, calmly pulling out Tanegashima as the noble men gasped, some stood up to run off— others to pull out their katanas.

Lets just say it didn't end well. Watching her move in sudden speed made you almost pass out. Taking your kamuro and running off to hide somewhere— anywhere.

The noise was almost too overwhelming. You hid the kamuro somewhere safer, a place she couldn't be caught— while you tried to find a way to escape.

How did this turn into such a mess...

"You." A voice suddenly spoke up, your eyes staring at the door as you froze. "How much?" The voice suddenly asked, as you hesitated, slowly turning around as you saw her.

The sight of her drenched in blood made you petrified.

"... my cost?" You ask, keeping your voice steady, though it still lightly shook.

"200 ryos?" She questioned. "300? How much?"

"... 300." You replied. You silently watched her, as she held her katana tight, reaching into a small pouch as your heart raced, immediately closing your eyes. No... This can't be how you die! This—

"250 is all I have." She suddenly mumbled, as you opened your eyes in confusion, watching her toss the pouch of money onto the floor at your feet.

... what?