Walking down the hallway, I see nothing ahead to guide me in my path of numbing mediocrity. Grade 3 curse. A tattered spirit trying to hang onto what it perceives as the last shred of its humanity. I enter the doorway and shocked by the sight before me. It plays with a decrepit doll house left behind by the family that once occupied this residence. Is it mimicking a child? Why this room out of all the ones available in this abandoned apartment complex? The injuries on the spirit appear fresh but it seems unbothered by it. Should I be on the lookout of something far worse? No, I say as I walk closer towards the tattered spirit. A more cunning spirit should have acted by the moment I entered this spirit's immediate range. Nothing happening yet. The spirit looks up at me and gave a frown. Does it want me to exercise it? Stop, I am putting too much thought into this. If the higher ups sent Gojo to exercise this curse, he would have destroyed this entire apartment building in the process. But no, he is given more important assignments while I am being sent from random town to village as a human fly swatter, except I have to consume all the flies that come into my path. The taste, fuck, the taste. You would think that after all these years I would get used to that unrelenting flavor. No matter the curse spirit, I am always reminded of the taste of vomit mixed with yuzu. Never mind that, it is time to finish this and catch the train back to Tokyo. Maybe, I could try some local ramen, the skies the limit, right? Cursed spirit manipulation, it is powerful, but the level of intimacy required to utilize it is something I never consented to. My mind is getting off track here, exercise it already. The doll drops onto the child-sized table. *...CLICK* Huh? I am used to hearing whimpers and screams from these things but not a click. Look around, nothing in the environment is changing. *...CLICK...CLICK...CLICK* Is this thing trying to communicate with me? *.- . / .- .-. . / .- .-.. .- .- -.- ... / ... . .-. . / ..-. - .-. / -.- - ..- / -. . - - -..- / . ...- . -. / .- ... . -. / -. - .- - / .. ... / -. - - .-.-.-* As I look deeply into spirit's eye socket, he quickly transforms into a light blue orb for me to swallow. Down the hatch, I guess. I need some coffee to cleanse my palate. As I left the abandoned apartment complex, I instantly felt the sun glaring down on me. I wished I had my umbrella on me, fuck you Shoko. I need to eat something. In connection to a main road from the residence, I feel sweat beading down my neck. I need water more than anything. I entered the main street of the town and no one else is present. I know this town is small, but it is too quiet for a Friday afternoon. From the distance, I see a family of three walking towards me without a care in the world. The little girl waved at me, and I decided to adhere to social cues and wave back and add a smile. A few seconds pass and a blast of cold air sweeps through the center of town. I am feeling chills go down my spine as I turn around to see a black cube on the ground. A cube caused this windchill? *SCREAM* I turn around again to see the hysterical mother clinging to the severed torso of her daughter. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This does not make sense. Besides the grade 3 curse residing in the abandoned apartment complex, there were no other sightings of any cursed spirits recorded in this town over the last three decades. Could this be an unregistered special grade curse? I had to snap back to reality as I saw a desperate father running around the town center to obtain the lower half of his daughter's body. I yell at the man to stop running and go back to the rest of his family, but he ignored until he was grabbed by the throat and had his neck twisted a full 360 degrees. I could not see the spirit who has eliminated 2/3rds of this family. I run towards the mother to at least attempt to save one life, but I am not naive to deny that this situation is fucked. For the sake of my own self-preservation, I could not hold back. I am the only one who will decide my own demise. The wind chill comes in our direction; I hear a clicking noise similar to that weak spirit from earlier. I have to end this nightmare, Rainbow Dragon.