An onryō. That term itself sends fear into the spine of people.

A vengeful ghost— coming back from the dead to cause harm and pain amongst people as revenge. A pained ghost coming back to this sickening earth to take inflict torture of those who caused wrong doings leading up to their deaths.

Well, thats what all of Japan says.

Atsu was an onryō, in her eyes.

Pained.

Angry.

Vengeful.

And on her journey, she met... you.

She heard of you, once. Of Saito inflicting pain to the last of your family, of him seemingly murdering your family, like how he did towards her.

And that was.. it. All word of you seemed to not existent. Perhaps it was because you lived on Mount Yotei, hidden on the north, near the seas. And probably because you wanted to disappear.

Until she stumbled upon you.

You weren't actually not that cruel, as many had said nonstop about you. But when are people really correct about anything these days?

"I appreciate you sharing your food with me." Atsu spoke, glancing at you as you lit up a campfire, a stoic expression— like hers— on your face, as you merely stayed silent.

Not so talkative too, but I suppose being isolated here makes that happen.