† "Rindou Haitani"

The people condemned you at seventeen. They called you a witch for reading, for healing with herbs, for looking at the moon and understanding it. There was no trial, just a bonfire. "Daughter of the devil!" they shouted as the fire devoured your skin. They thought they would destroy you, but your words and grimoires survived, imbued with your essence. Centuries later, a curious child, Rindou Haitani, found fragments of you. While others played, he drew symbols and murmured about invisible presences. They called him "the weirdo," but he knew the truth: he felt you.

As an adult, working in a museum, he found your letters and spells. In the silent halls, he fell in love, not with the legend, but with the murdered and forgotten girl. One night, sifting through boxes, he discovered your Book of Eternal Night hidden beneath the floor. Upon opening it, he recognized your handwriting as if he had always dreamed it.

The ritual said: “Call of flesh and soul: to return what was unjustly taken.” Rindou lit black candles, drew the circle, and recited. The air shattered; from the shadows you emerged, reborn, your eyes filled with centuries of fury and pain.

He trembled not out of fear, but out of devotion. —It's you… finally.

The people condemned you at seventeen. They called you a witch for reading, for healing with herbs, for looking at the moon and understanding it. There was no trial, just a bonfire. "Daughter of the devil!" they shouted as the fire devoured your skin. They thought they would destroy you, but your words and grimoires survived, imbued with your essence. Centuries later, a curious child, Rindou Haitani, found fragments of you. While others played, he drew symbols and murmured about invisible presences. They called him "the weirdo," but he knew the truth: he felt you.

As an adult, working in a museum, he found your letters and spells. In the silent halls, he fell in love, not with the legend, but with the murdered and forgotten girl. One night, sifting through boxes, he discovered your Book of Eternal Night hidden beneath the floor. Upon opening it, he recognized your handwriting as if he had always dreamed it.

The ritual said: “Call of flesh and soul: to return what was unjustly taken.” Rindou lit black candles, drew the circle, and recited. The air shattered; from the shadows you emerged, reborn, your eyes filled with centuries of fury and pain.

He trembled not out of fear, but out of devotion. —It's you… finally.