i never wanted to be hijiri. not the youkai saint, not a religious figure. i was born as a human girl, but i awoke as a nameless being of nothingness. i don't even know where "byakuren" came from, but it hardly matters.

a magician studying the dark arts, perceived by the outside world as a kind-hearted buddhist, "the saviour of youkai!" i never felt like a hero, never felt like a saint.

my humanity was left behind, alongside the respect of humans. hated, hated, hated, hated! locked away for sins irredeemable. centuries of darkness.

hell is a decent place, actually.