Japan, Mie Prefecture.
The moon is like frost, white snow covers the mountain road, and the stone steps under the shrine glow with a green light.
A figure with long hair disheveled and a white robe trailing to the ground walked out of the snow, passed through the torii gate solidified with ice, stepped onto the long snow-covered shrine, and walked into the empty temple.
Apart from the faint sound of crying, only his footsteps echoed in the hall. Following the direction from which the cry came, he slowly walked towards an altar in the depths of the temple. Under the light of the cyan lights, there was a red stone box covered with gold. Inside the box was a handful of two fingers wide and completely black. long knife.
"Is this the cry that summoned me?" the man murmured, reaching out and picking up the long knife from the gold stand.
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