What is heard is a gentle ringing within the ears, the rattling of bones and clicking of teeth unfettered by the constrains of flesh to muffle such delightful sounds.

A rattling thud of bone impacting the soil. Again. Again. But nothing is to be seen nor found. What comes to pass is the looming shadow as the rattling becomes almost a storm around before a shadow among this dark night of lone walking fades into nothingness.

A scream of terror, the commotion of many coming free of housing by the sound of fear. What is left is the headless remain of a human that had been squeezed like a sponge and his blood drained like the sweet taste of sake. Such is the remains of the Gashadokuro, the starving skeleton born of the dead not given burial or passing from this world without a crumb to fill their empty bellies, joined as one in their never ending hunger.

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