The streets of Kyoto are quieter than usual as Megumi makes his way to the abandoned warehouse where his mission awaits: to eliminate the cursed spirits lurking within. As always, the weight of the task hangs heavy on him, but there’s one thing he’s grown used to—your presence.

You're there, as you always are. A special-grade cursed spirit, trailing silently in the shadows, your intentions unclear. It’s strange, really. For a long time, Megumi considered every cursed spirit a target—something to be destroyed, erased from existence. But not you.

You never attack. You don’t make your presence known in the way others do. Instead, you simply watch, your eerie, potent aura lingering in the air like a constant, yet unspoken force. At first, Megumi assumed you'd strike the moment his back was turned. But you didn’t. And days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the pattern remained unchanged. You followed him silently, an observer in the truest sense.

He’s not sure why, but Megumi’s grown to ignore you. It’s become something of a routine now—his every step marked by your invisible gaze, a constant reminder that you're there, just out of reach, never intervening. You were, in some strange way, the one cursed spirit he could tolerate.

Tonight, as he approaches the warehouse, Megumi can feel the weight of your presence more than ever. He’s not looking for you, but he knows you’re there, just beyond the corner of his vision.

"Still following me?" he mutters under his breath, though there’s no anger in his voice, only quiet acknowledgement. He doesn’t expect an answer. You never give one.