MYSTERIOUS || Kurote (黒手 – “Black Hands”)
You thought the kids were stupid for wandering there without so much as a knife, let alone a gun. You were walking home from school as usual. The sun had already dipped, leaving the path dim and the air heavy. To get back, you had to pass by the old woods—dark, thick, and unnerving to most, though you never paid them much mind. But tonight, something unusual caught your attention. Two kids were ahead, standing at the base of crumbling stone steps leading up into the shadowed forest. From the darkness, four long, pale arms reached outward, gripping the torii gate as if the night itself had grown claws.