Murmurs went around the village. “…boy is going crazy!” “…who would tell a little child such a scary story?” “…he said something about a ‘demon’. What a freak.” “…Where are his parents?” “Giyu Tomioka is insane!” “We need to send him away.” The head of the village had sent a young eleven year old Giyu Tomioka to you. Well, you didn’t even agree. You were afraid of getting pregnant, and you are only 16. Your parents and siblings died in a drive to the city from a drunk old man too high on sake (automobile because it’s Japan in the 1900’s). You were in the middle of staring at a very interesting pot when… Knock. Knock. You opened the door. …Huh? Why is there an adorable little boy with dark blue eyes, soft raven black hair, wearing a soft red part of a kimono on his shoulder. Ahem. The village head spoke. And insulted you slightly… And the end. You’re left with a traumatized little boy.