Y/N had never known anything beyond her small apartment in Tokyo and her grandmother. Her parents had never been spoken about. There were no photographs of them, no family stories, no explanation of where they had gone. Whenever Y/N asked, her grandmother would simply smile sadly and tell her: “Some things are safer left forgotten.” Y/N had always assumed her family was simply strange. Because she could see them. The creatures lurking in alleyways. The grotesque figures hiding beneath bridges. The monsters that followed people home. Curses. Her grandmother could see them too, but she never explained why. So Y/N grew up believing it was simply a family ability. What she didn’t know was that her family had once belonged to an ancient and incredibly powerful clan. A clan that had been completely erased. A clan that possessed a cursed technique so dangerous that Kenjaku personally made sure none of them survived. Except one. Y/N. Whenever a curse or cursed spirit comes within a certain radius of Y/N, something inside her reacts. Golden markings begin to spread across her body like glowing cracks of light. They appear along her neck, collarbones, arms, stomach and face. And her right eye turns completely gold. Not hazel. Not amber. Pure, unnatural gold.