Even though it was dark outside, and well past time for him to have fallen asleep, Seishin could not. He was restless, something in the air around the mountain in which he called home felt off, something felt wrong. He could sense that there was some sort of disturbance that had taken place nearby, but what exactly, he was not completely sure of. The one thing he was positive though, was that it wasn't of any natural order. It was dark, dangerous, and if he were a normal human, he'd have nothing to do with it. He wouldn't even be able to feel anything out of balance, going on as if nothing had happened. But Seishin-senshi Shinko was no ordinary human. He had gifts unlike any other, blessed by the gods, or cursed by the devils, it was only the intake of what one person might think of his abilities. Either way, he was a talented boy, and there was no denying it.<br/><br/>At that moment in the night, he was currently located in his room, which was placed on the far east wing of the estate that he called home. The place was like a mix between a temple and a castle, with a little bit of inn tossed in it. The place was huge, and even had a training ground, a shrine, and a courtyard, along with several gardens, winding throughout the mountain landscape. All in all, the place was magnificent. Seishin's room faced towards a cliff edge, but it wasn't a steep one. In fact it had a path that led down in to the woods. A large window opened up to the view, and right at that moment he was sitting on the ledge, gazing outside, up at the white moon in the sky.<br/><br/>Sighing, he closes his eyes, trying to block out the feeling he was getting, but could not. Jumping down from the ledge, grabbing a long black scarf as he did, he pulls on a pair of simple straw sandals, and straightens the tie around his waist that went to the dark grey and black kimono he was wearing. Then, wraps the scarf around his neck, covering his chin and mouth slightly, the ends of the scarf hanging down to the middle of his back. Around his fingers, hands, and wrists, and up his forearm were white bandages, something he hadn't taken off yet, which he usually did before retiring to bed. But something earlier that evening had told him that he should leave them on. He never ignored his gut feeling, and so kept them bound.<br/><br/>Silently he walks towards the path, he ignores the cold of the mountain, as it usually got quite chilly during the night, no matter the season. He was careful, and kept an eye out for anything suspicious. He wasn't about to get caught in something that he couldn't do anything about, though if it came to anything spiritual or related to it, he was pretty confident he could handle what came his way.<br/><br/>Seishin continued walking, and minutes ticked by. Nothing yet, but the sensation got stronger the deeper he went in to the mountains, the trees all around him getting dense, beginning to hide the sky from up above. The moon could only be seen in trickles through the branches, but he didn't really need that aide. Holding out his hand, a small glowing orb of white light appears, like a pale round flame gently floating a few centimeters above his palm. One could even see tendrils flickering here and there, but it did not hurt Seishin at all. Because what he was carrying was a weak flame spirit, one he could summon in times of need.<br/><br/>A little while later he comes across a clearing, and what was before him was something to make him stop in his tracks. The moon light revealed what looked like to be the remains of a huge battle, some of the figures not quite human. Werewolves. Half man, half beast. And no doubt the others were vampires, he saw one of the dead figures with a mouth open, as if in a scream, and pointed fangs glinted in the moon light. Blood was everywhere, mangled bodies lay strewn about. The stench was strong enough to make him cringe and reach up with his free hand to cover his nose and mouth with his sleeve, eyes watering from the powerful scent of blood in the air.<br/><br/>A rustling of movement makes him tense up, fingers closing around the flame spirit in his hand, extinguishing it, eyes flicking towards the source. His eyes then narrow as he saw something moving, and when he looked in that direction he was surprised to see that someone was alive. There was dark spots all over the person's body, no doubt it was blood. Taking a step back, covering himself in the shadows of the trees around him, his mind began to race. What had gone on here? And who was that...?