Before The Mist
The household of Nisim was vast and wide. Deep in the underground even before the Mist started. The tale is told generation by generation about a long crazed relative named Daigo D. Nisim. He furiously believed the apocalypse would come someday that he dug it out himself. Unlike the other kitsunes who always wanted power and influence on the people. His crazy thoughts kept it a very thin border from the family members. His words came true like some deep prophecy. The ‘bunker’ provides shelter from the mist for many centuries. Combining the family together to be a united front.

The Night That Nisim Fell
The Shōgatsu finally approached the household. A joyful occasion to celebrate the New Year. A tradition forced from the past to keep the spirits up. The hall littered with families doing certain parts. Alcohol making, cooking, deep house cleaning, and decorating the room with painted stones. Portia, the youngest sibling and Momiaki, the oldest, were in charge of decorating. The three greenish painted rocks sat on the grand table representing Heaven, Humanity, and Aravoxa.  As the final touches were put in with a slight arguing of placements of the two. The calling from their parents caused them to sit. Momiaki quickly mentions that he needed to grab something. The whole family gathered around the table for the banquet. Then it went dark in Portia’s eyes as a pulsing feeling scratched deeply in her bones.

Screams flooded the room. It ringed in her ears for a long time. The sickening red blood covered her hands. The knife she was just using to cut meat was covered in blood. Their blood. Her own family members littered on the floor like trash. Dead. Not breathing. The child in the middle of the room soaked in their blood. Finally broke free from the thing that took over her body. Ugly sobbing filled the room from the young child’s body. The bodies pooled together in a sickening twist. The same man that haunted her dreams stared back at the child in the pool of blood. That’s when she knew her life changed.

Aftermath
The massacre that took almost the entire family was stopped by Portia’s older brother, Momiaki. Portia got possessed by the Fiend named Vorz Hurah. Momiaki's only solution to save himself was contacting a Patron of his very own. Momiaki’s Patron stopped the possession of the Fiend. It was already too late. Portia caught the eye of the Fiend. That Fiend will never let go. Always lingering in a mocking or demanding away. The rest of the family were the two children that were left in the Nisim family. The guilt-ridden Portia and the Survivor Momiaki