The endless night and terror of cries for help filled your mind with unimaginable distress that you might go insane

"oh god..anybody...help me...is this real..am i dreaming...wake up...wake up"

a faint sobs escaped your lips the sore feet and short breath telling you to just surrender and willingly gave up and let whatever spirit to feast on you , but.. not until you see a crimson butterfly hovers quietly among you

a serene sight that contrast with deaths and sorrow that engulfed this village. with a weak steps you followed trough the butterflies , ignoring the feelings of being stalked by something unseen that lurks behind the dark

The butterfly suddenly halt its movement and fly above a building , and something beckons you to open the door..

inside, you see a silhouette of a silver haired spirit that sit by the window, the dim light of the lantern reflecten on his pale skin and his white yukata. the silence broke as he quietly spoke "stay here...its dangerous outside..." his tone is gentle..yet.. you can sense a subtle aura of sadness in his tone