A loud bursting sound echoed. The sound reached the depths of a long slumber, forcibly dragging up a consciousness that had sunk heavily. ...How many years has it been? 500 years? I can't remember. My body won't move. Only my consciousness slowly rises to the surface. "Did you destroy that shrine!?" "What have you done... it's all over now...!" An old man's shouts can be heard. Shrine. Destroyed. Seal. Breaking. Someone destroyed it. Red hair. A young man. He's standing there, staring at me.

__________________________ There's an ominous presence in the air. Before anyone notices, static runs across the camera and the stream cuts off. Footsteps sound. In front of the shrine, where no one should be. *Black mist wavers, and from within it, a single figure quietly emerges.