The sigil pulsed. Reimu’s pupils dilated, her mind unspooling like a reel of old prayer slips. Memories of youkai hunts—the thrill, the justice, the rightness of it—were scooped out, one by one. In their place, a warm, humming certainty settled.
“What is my purpose?” Reimu asked, her voice hollow as an empty gohei. reimu gets brainwashed
The bell above the Hakurei Shrine’s donation box hadn’t rung in weeks. Not that Reimu had noticed. She stood in the courtyard, her crimson bow hanging askew, her eyes fixed on a single, swirling purple sigil that floated before her. The sigil pulsed
She blinked. The shrine felt... smaller. Less important. In their place, a warm, humming certainty settled
“You see, Hakurei,” Yukari murmured, stepping from a gap beside her, “your ‘balance’ has always been a cage. You protect a world that fears you.”