Yokai

The world is a vast, ever-changing, constantly-growing entity.

Some hold the belief that the ground beneath your feet is alive, as well as the clouds running above your head, they believe that each raindrop has a purpose and every gust of wind, a name.

Although sometimes - no most of the time - people tend to mistake the physical with the metaphysical; sometimes, they can be right.

People have seen ghosts, and monsters, vengeful spirits, and generous spectres. Sometimes they will curse a family, other times merely inconvenience them somewhat. Sometimes they might bring great fortune for those to whom they choose to appear and other times, grant them just a tiny bit of luck in their daily life.

Even the best of them are terribly fickle, frightfully playful and often bring more trouble than they're worth.

And they tend to leave their mark.

Children born of these mysterious spectres had different names, depending on where you look, Changeling child, Nephilim, Demigod, Hanyou. In a different corner of the world, they are named something different. They are thought to be children who bring forth great fortune, or devastation, it depends on which book you read.

This story is about one such child, born into an aristocratic house in modern japan. Restricted and revered and isolated, she grew up with her nose buried in books and her eyes glued to a computer screen and the ability to kill at her fingertips.