A woman stands in the doorway of a burning building, the large brim of a hat obscuring her face, her yellow hakamashita dappled red with blood. Fire dances off the hilt of the katana in her hand. Death lies in her wake. “ Onryō !” the villagers hiss as she mounts a horse and disappears behind the veil of night, evoking the folk tales of vengeful ghosts who refuse to depart this mortal plane in search of revenge.

This Ghost of Yōtei haunts the red maple forests and stalks the snowy tundra in search of those whose names are written on the sash wrapped around her waist. She won’t stop until each name is crossed out in blood, and her image is soon plastered on bounty posters across the land. Shrines crop up in her honor — both from those who wish to avoid her wrath and others who approv

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