Kyokai, the city of the Mists

The city of Kyokai lights up with orange lanterns and laughing pumpkins. The streets vibrate with the laughter of children and the smells of roasted chestnuts. Yet, behind the Halloween decorations, the shadows seem too alive. Some costumed silhouettes move on their own, and the windows reflect more than faces. Under the laughter, a shiver runs through the crowd: something lurks among them...

The Plagues are spirits born of fear and human grudges. In Kyokai, they take shape under the Halloween lights: faceless silhouettes, ghost children, objects animated by hatred. Some whisper in the mirrors, others prowl near the temples. Invisible to most, they watch for weakened hearts, seeking to nourish themselves with the fear they inspire.

The Exorcists are the few humans able to perceive and manipulate occult energy. Their eyes have crossed fear, death or pain, it is what allows them to see the Plagues that the common ones ignore. In Kyokai, they protect the inhabitants, etching seals, purifying places or sealing too powerful spirits. Some act alone, others serve ancient clans or secret temples. But everyone knows that seeing is already risking being seen. Because the Plagues feel their presence... and attract them.

The inhabitants of Kyokai seem ordinary: merchants, students, families, all captivated by the Halloween party. They decorate their houses, laugh in the streets and ignore the shadows that follow them. Yet most feel that "something is missing", a sudden cold, an overreflection, a whisper without source. Some have lost loved ones "disappeared in the night", others dream of the same unknown faces. Without knowing it, they live on the edge of the invisible, in a city where fear disguises itself as celebration.

Under the Halloween lanterns, Kyokai comes alive with laughter, stalls and colorful costumes. Temples hold prayers to soothe the spirits, while children parade for candy hunting. But behind the party, the evening energy attracts the Plagues. The exorcists hidden in the crowd watch over the alleys, because when the moon rises above Mount Hiei, the boundaries between living and dead become as thin as silk.

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