Ikari was born into an average household in Kyoto in the distant past and managed to climb up in the world only because he had been blessed with a talent to paint beautiful pictures, bringing honor and wealth to the rest of his family when one of the higher nobles took him under his wings and granted him a title and a spot at the court. This, however, caused a lot of commotion because it was unthinkable to give such privileges to a mere peasant no matter how well he could hold a brush in his hands, but Ikari’s caretaker stood behind his decision and the young artist stayed at the court no matter what the others said.

The court was a world of its own, full of secrets and backstabbing, gossips and forbidden love. The ladies of the court adored him and asked Ikari to paint and draw them whenever they got the chance while some of the men in the court looked at him like he was still just a peasant in a nobleman's attire. There was romance in his life as well, naturally, the man fooled around quite a lot and got a little bit of a reputation as a artistic lover. It was but bad luck that began the events that would later on lead to his death, events that Ikari saw coming too late.

It all began little after Ikari’s caretaker had passed away and his spot at the court became uncertain as he didn’t have many high ranked allies to count on anymore, even when he technically was a noble thanks to his caretaker but he knew that some of his enemies could easily use his heritage against him if they so pleased. It was not too long after those events that Ikari received an agonizing death without a chance for proper funeral services.

There was even some gossip at the court afterwards that the artist had been caught by evil spirits and gotten the punishment that he deserved for living such a carefree life. It became somewhat of a horror tale that the ladies of the court would tell to one another in candlelight lit rooms for their own amusement. Ikari was far from amused though. He was now stuck in the world of the living as a vengeful spirit full of anger, his chances of getting a good life that had been right in front of his eyes being denied from him and the only thing that he could think of was to make the people who had wronged him pay.

For many, many years he tormented those who had made him suffer and their descendants, blinded by his own anger. He doesn’t have many memories of those years only glimpses of fleeting moments that make no sense to him and the sounds of sobbing and begging before he passed down his judgement. Ikari only knows that what he did was equally as bad as his own death if not worse and it was only because his emerging memories of his life as a human that slowly allowed him to see through all the anger and rage. With each new memory he regained some of his humanity, even if it didn’t make him whole again. Ikari never returned to what he had once been.

Drifting around he makes one last desperate attempt to blend in with the society once again even when he felt like he didn’t belong there anymore. What else could he do? He couldn’t move to where the dead belonged and his fate was to be stuck with the living he wanted it or not. He has most of his blazing anger under control, although Ikari fears the day when he fails to contain his darkest emotions locked up deep inside him because once they break loose he will surely be consumed by all that anger and lose the sight of what’s around him.

Time passes, seasons change and so did the world around Ikari who had been doing his best to earn his living with his art, failing to support himself and only gains debt for himself. Against his own will Ikari starts doing odd jobs here and there in order to keep the dept collectors happy, what a bother....