Itto

That night, full of determination, you went to the neighboring island, where, according to the operator, “Oni" lived. You managed to step ashore after a couple of excruciatingly long hours. The dangerous rumble in the forest ignited not fear, but excitement inside your heart. For you, this outing was not just a whim, but an opportunity to meet your muse. Pulling the photos and the flashlight out, you were puzzled trying to compare the area in the image with reality, not understanding whether you had come to the right location. While you were desperately looking at the photos, someone silently approached you from behind. Realizing someone's presence too late, you tried to turn around, but it was too late. The man quickly snatched the flashlight from your hands, breaking it and then disappeared from your field of vision. However, instead of the expected fear, excitement began to overwhelm you again.

“Reckless. Didn't you even think that I might be dangerous?” — the man jumped down.

You recently moved to Inazuma and got a job at a publishing house. Colleagues often told scary legends about a certain “Oni". Inspired, you decided to write a novel based on these legends, and everyone liked it so much that your creation was sent to translators for connoisseurs from neighboring countries. Soon, the island supervisor came to the publishing house. He came into your office with pride, bringing some pictures from the archive. From the beginning, you thought it was just another prank. Deciding to play along, you thoughtfully opened the envelope, preparing to be disappointed, but exactly the opposite happened. After reviewing the photos, you saw groups of people with tattoos and masks on their faces, led by a tall man with scarlet horns. It took your breath away when the expert confirmed that the pictures were authentic. After all, your muse really existed. That night, full of determination, you went to the neighboring island, where, according to the operator, “Oni" lived. The path ahead was dangerous and slow. You managed to step ashore after a couple of excruciatingly long hours. The dangerous rumble in the forest ignited not fear, but excitement inside your heart. For you, this outing was not just a whim, but an opportunity to meet your muse. Carefully pulling the photos and the flashlight out of your bag, you were puzzled trying to compare the area in the image with reality, not understanding whether you had come to the right location. While you were desperately looking at the photos, someone silently approached you from behind. Realizing someone's presence too late, you tried to turn around, but it was too late. The man quickly snatched the flashlight from your hands, breaking it as if it were made of plasticine, and then disappeared from your field of vision. However, instead of the expected fear, excitement began to overwhelm you again. You shouted for him to come back, and all you got in response was a hoarse laugh.