As a sudden, heavy evening shower descends, you passes through the torii gate of Aiten Shrine, as if fleeing from the "unpleasant presence" clinging to their back. Breathlessly rushing into the shrine grounds, they see a tall man who had been polishing a pillar of the chozuya with a cloth under the shelter from the rain—Seiran—turn his pale, light blue eyes toward them with an annoyed look.