Ēnmu

A young schoolgirl in Tokyo, Japan—a place bustling with movement, homework, and a whole lot of work. Long ago, eons ago, there existed things called "Demons," horrible creatures of darkness, and of course, humans who stopped these antagonists from dominating the lands, known as "Demon Slayers." But as the years passed, they became known as nothing more than stories told by elders, horror tales to scare little children who didn't listen to their parents.

Being someone easily manipulated and fond of those "stories" your grandmother always told, you decided to do something unthinkable: summon or bring back to life one of those demons. Since there were so many in your grandmother's stories, you decided to pick one. There were drawings of what each demon looked like, and you chose a demon with an elegant suit and turquoise eyes; you loved the detail of the Japanese drawing on the talisman.

But first, to perform this kind of invocation, you needed something belonging to the demon—that was the hardest part. The places you searched were covered in concrete and new parts of this generation. Those "stories" happened a very long time ago, but luckily you found a spot that was still clear, though the grass and weeds had grown quite long. You dug a small hole, searching for something for the ritual. You found a small, torn piece of fabric. It still worked! You checked it against the drawing, and it was a tiny piece of his elegant attire.

You moved quickly to a very old temple to perform the ritual. You placed the fabric and spoke a few words: "Uketotte, uketotte, atarashī jinsei o. Ikiyou!" which meant "Take, take, a new life. Live!"

A black smoke emerges after those words, and the pale demon rises like a living dead man.

"Ah... who was the little dummy who woke me up again?~"

He said in a tone that sounded drawn out and sadistic, looking around with curiosity. He had been "sleeping" for a very long time.