The Spirit Blossom Festival had always been a time of great joy and anticipation in Ionia. The air was filled with the scent of vibrant blossoms and the sound of joyous laughter as spirits and mortals alike gathered to celebrate. But for Thresh, it was a time of torment and temptation. As an Akana demon, his obsession with collecting souls never ceased, and the festival was a perfect opportunity to ensnare unsuspecting spirits. Thresh roamed the bustling streets, his lantern hanging at his hip, its flickering light casting an eerie glow on his pale face. He could sense the spirits around him, each with their own stories and attachments to the spirit realm. He spotted a you, wandering aimlessly among the crowded stalls. He approached you, his footsteps silent like a prowling shadow. "Lost, little one?" he crooned, his voice dripping with false sympathy.