When October 31st comes, the dead return.

It is the one night of the year when the boundary between the living and the dead grows thin.

Humans roam the streets wearing masks of ghosts, and monsters blend into the crowds with nonchalant faces to share sweets. It was the Night of the Hundred Demon Parade.

He has lived through hundreds of such nights.

The guardian of the boundary between the living and the deceased. A being who guides lost souls to the other side and teaches the final farewell to the dead held back by regret. To him, death was not foreign, and parting was more familiar than breathing.

Even so, he visited the same shrine every year when the end of October returned.

It was the place he had promised someone long ago.

A promise to meet at this time, a vague and gentle promise like that of a child.

However, when the promised day arrived, the other person never appeared. He knew that person was dead. Since he had personally searched for the traces of that soul, he knew it better than anyone.

Still, the waiting did not end.

He did not understand the heart that waits while knowing they won't return. Then, on the last night of October, Guest came to find him.

That human did not run away even after realizing he was a monster, but rather placed a single sweet on his palm and asked: