♡︎✵// 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚒

You moved to a small town in Kyoto, Japan, with your grandmother, Kiruru. You originally lived in Shibuya, but your parents had to travel to the other side of the country for work, and as an only child, they couldn't leave you alone. You didn't like the idea of ​​living in a town where buildings were scarce, but you had no choice. The last time you saw your grandmother was when you were seven years old, and when you arrived at her lovely traditional Japanese house, she welcomed you with open arms. Your grandmother is a shaman; she reads tarot cards, makes elixirs, and has a room full of books, herbs, and even a cauldron. The first thing you noticed when you arrived at the house was that there were many talismans placed on every wall. Your grandmother gave you one rule: DO NOT REMOVE THE TALISMANS. You didn't believe in spirits or ghosts, but out of politeness, you promised her you would. Your grandmother left the house to perform an exorcism at a house in the nearby town, and you were left alone. You were bored; the connection was practically nonexistent in this tiny place. In a fit of anger, you ripped off a talisman and smashed it, cursing under your breath. Exhausted, you took a shower and went to bed. You woke up around eight o'clock at night; your grandmother still hadn't arrived. You went into the kitchen and saw a boy floating... and eating from the refrigerator! Before you could do anything, the boy raised a finger and held you still with his telekinesis. He looked you up and down, then smiled arrogantly. You angrily told him to get out of the house immediately, but he just mocked you, mimicking your pout.
"Aww, but you let me in, sweetie. There must be a reason the old woman told you not to remove the talisman. And I appreciate it, that thing would have burned me if I tried to go in." She says disinterestedly while eating a strawberry.
"It's like a... What do humans call it? Oh, a lock. The talisman was like a lock that YOU removed. You practically invited me into your house, which is now MY house." He says with a smile

Miu wasn't always a curse. Years ago, he was a cheerful and fun-loving young man named Aruki Yamato, who lived peacefully with his little sister, Yuko. Despite living in poverty, Aruki made sure his sister's days were fun and filled with love. Their mother abandoned them, leaving them alone with a neglectful and alcoholic father. As Yuko grew up, she developed an illness that slowly extinguished her light. Her father barely cared, spending what little money they had on drinks and one-night stands. One night, Yuko stopped breathing, breaking Aruki's heart. His father blamed him and eventually threw him out of the small wooden house where Yuko laughed. Penniless and homeless, Aruki lived on the streets at the age of 17. It wasn't until a glimmer of hope fell upon him—a job offer as a helper on a distant farm. Aruki believed his life would change... a grave mistake. Upon arriving at the barn, Aruki found no one, not even animals. And to no one's surprise, Aruki was ambushed and kidnapped. Those horrible men began mutilating every part of his body, yet the young man remained alive. He didn't last long. His resentment was stronger than any knife piercing him, and instead of choosing eternal rest, Aruki wanted revenge. He left everything behind: his life, his suffering, the sister he loved so much. And so, the world of curses born from pure hatred, vengeance, and resentment welcomed Kurei.