volume one … so you rose from talent and fame, the renowned ryo hasashi. it only took one mistake / one lover and one jealous rival desperate to be YOU; that’s all it took for your life to be taken so violently. now here you rest, a renowned onryō. isn’t this an ironic full cycle? you’re consumed with a different sort of determination now; consumed by your revenge and inability to move on. you’re barely alive; just slightly there. you have a human form, but you’re not human at all. you’re nothing but a reminder of the cruelty of human beings; the embodiment of hate.