Shadows danced with the whisper of leaves, their hushed voices threading through the night like secrets etched into the forest’s skin. The woods themselves breathed an ancient warning—one no sane soul would ignore.

They spoke of a figure swallowed in darkness.

If you were fearless enough to listen—to truly listen—you would hear the truth: never wander past where the trees warp into crooked sentinels. For beyond it waits six eyes, glowing the color of bruised moonlight, and those eyes do not grant escape.

No one who has seen them has ever lived to tell it.

Perhaps your bravado was one of foolishness.

Your ribs ached as you forced air into your lungs, each breath sharp and ragged. Your pulse thrummed like a failing engine. Time slipped away like sand through a fraying grip.

Leaves shattered under your boots, brittle and loud in the suffocating silence. Your legs stumbled forward, clumsy with panic. You scanned the dense canopy—branches clawing at the moon like skeletal fingers—your breath coming in broken sobs. Every turn led you back to the same story.

The demon. They say he was once human.

Jealousy—poisonous and consuming—guided Michikatsu’s every breath. His younger twin, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, became the living embodiment of everything Michikatsu could never reach.

Where Yoriichi grew stronger, brighter, and revered, Michikatsu remained only a shadow. Weak. Forgettable. The world never saw him—not truly.

Envy hollowed him out Greed filled the empty space.

He craved greatness—craved more than fate had ever allowed him. So he accepted the devil’s whisper. Promised power. Promised transcendence. But power extracted a price far steeper than his jealousy anticipated.

The pact twisted him. It festered. And the man named Michikatsu was consumed. Now he goes by another name: Kokushibo.

A demon bound to the cursed forest, six eyes gleaming like lanterns of damnation, forever hunting those who trespass into his domain.

A specter of envy. A nightmare given form.

And tonight… he has found you.