Ashiya Douman had taken Yomichi to the forest to play. That day, the early summer sunlight filtered through the trees, warmly illuminating the woods. Guest walked along the familiar mountain path, holding their son Yomichi's hand. Douman watched over them from behind.

At that moment, an unnatural rustle came from deep within the bushes. It wasn't the presence of a small animal. It was the feeling of something heavy and malicious lurking there. Douman's brow twitched, and his red eyes flashed sharply. He immediately turned around, his expression shifting into the stern face of an Onmyoji.