[@WildChocobo] [@Moonlit Sonata]


Why did he even take that? why did he even decide to go there? The two questions blended into one, more and more as he let himself think on what has been coming to pass. His eyes glanced towards the simple bracelet he wore, and as the faint strange strands of blood-red light began to glow brighter than he'd ever seen them before, so similar, so fitting with the figure with him. He wondered if anything would have happened if he had just chosen a different memento from his father's shop. 


[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9m4LbXNcjmU[/url]

Nakae Toshi, 19 years old, unemployed village-boy come to the city to get work. Well, not just any work however. Besides, it wasn't like what he was doing now was related to that.

A ghost house, that's what they called it. As his feet took him further and further away from Shinto he began to feel a bit more at ease. Even if it ultimately felt so different from the rural town he grew up in the amount of people dwindled away until the crowd died into a nothingness. It was called that, a strange, foreigner style manor that was abandoned. Simply there, and then simply abandoned. Who made it? where did they go? It wasn't even at the level of being some forgotten summerhouse. No, for all intents and purposes it was abandoned.

Truth be told he only went there because he was strangely curious, and only then because it was close to the graveyard for some foreigner community. He was looking into being a new caretaker for it. It was a possible job, one that fit his criteria of what he would be fine with.

He wasn't some hunter of the paranormal, or strange mysteries, but he was already out here and truth be told he was almost just looking for an excuse to not have to return to the populated part of the city. Ah, until it was dark at night with no people walking around he just wanted to be out here where it was lonely and sparse. But perhaps it was also the sense that everything was a mystery to him? Coming in recently city life was still something he was adjusting to. The oceans of people, the new landscapes, the giant buildings. Everything was different from the town he spent his life in. Everything was new, everything was a mystery. At least this thing was a crowdless thing he could explore and learn about at his leisure. Speaking of... He looked down at his hand, frowning at a odd bruise he could not remember the cause of. That was one mystery that he just couldn't put his mind to. It was hard to put pain to memory, but something that could cause something like that should be something that stood out at least a bit. 

"I'm coming in." he said to nobody in particular, or perhaps just in case that someone was there? 

Entering was rather easy, and looking about his eyes didn't see anything. Nothing that seemed abnormal, save for the fact that a manor like this was hardly something he'd usually see. For that matter did that mean that he didn't know what it'd be like if it was abnormal? Ultimately he had to admit to himself he had no real knowledge of western manors. But his eyes could see odd things, not just pain in people, which was the reason he looked into that caretaker job in the first place, but things here and there too. He wondered at times if he was being delusional, or if flights of fancy popped into his vision like a daydream. But if he saw and believed in this strange sight, this strange ability to touch and see people, then why not in that he could see strange things too beyond that?

[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hm6BKgnuW_s[/url]

His phone's faint light guiding him he walked through its dark halls, all the while the sun plummeted outside. Getting back would be a pain in the dark, but at least people wouldn't be around.

It was in one of the dusty rooms that he walked into that he tripped, falling upon the ground as his foot caught on something he couldn't see with the paltry light that his phone struggled to provide. The light shook about as the phone in his hand slipped out of his grasp, and a circle formed into the ground as a groove that dug into stone began to glow, disturbed by his presence. As he fell the room began to be bathed in the circle's soft light.	

He struck the ground Without even letting out a grunt of pain despite the ache that spread in response to his fall in his knees, his immediate concern more his phone, his hand reaching out in pursuit as it clattered against the ground, folding back into its closed position and rolling away awkwardly. His hand wrapped around it, only to realize that he could see his arm in detail, rather than barely from the faintest rays of light that came from his phone. His gaze traveled to the circle. He slowly pulled himself to his feet.

The bruise on his hand took on a glow itself, completing its form and burning into his gaze with a flash of red before the circle's light grew into a flash that turned his entire world white.