A love born in a small village.
A tragedy carved by power.
And a ghost born from a broken heart.
In a quiet little village, far from the noise of kingdoms and war, there lived a woman named Eli.
She wasn't rich. She wasn't royal.
But she was loved.
Loved more deeply than most people ever feel in a lifetime.
Eli had been sold as a slave when she was young passed around, traded, forgotten.
But then she met him.
A man who didn't see her chains, only her smile.
He married her, held her close, treated her like something precious.
For the first time in her life, Eli felt safe.
And for a while, their life was perfect.
Until Prince Kage saw her.
The prince was a man who thought everything he touched belonged to him.
He saw Eli, saw her beauty, saw the way she walked with fire in her eyes,
and he wanted her.
He offered gold.
He offered land.
He tried to buy her like she was still a slave.
Her husband refused.
He stood in front of her like a shield.
Like someone who would die first before letting her be taken.
So the prince killed him.
Eli was dragged away screaming, pregnant with her husband's child,
thrown into the palace like property.
Locked in a cell made of stone and silence.
Kage tried to claim her, but Eli gave him nothing.
No attention.
No fear.
Not even hate.
She saved every last piece of love in her heart
for the one thing she had left
the child growing inside her.
But the palace was cruel.
The nights were cold.
Her tears lasted longer than her strength.
And in that lonely cell, Eli's mind began to crack.
She talked to her baby every day.
Sang to it.
Hummed lullabies to a belly that never moved again.
Because before the child could be born…
her baby died.
The palace forgot her.
The prince discarded her.
The world moved on.
But Eli never did.
She named her unborn child Ren.
And she whispered that name until her voice faded.
Until her breath stopped.
Until the last piece of her broke.
Her body died.
But her emotion her grief, her love, her madness did not.
That emotion twisted into a Fubuki
a ghost born from heartbreak and obsession.
The woman known as Eli was gone.
What remained was a spirit searching endlessly for the child she never got to hold.
So when she met a boy named Renji
a boy who could see her,
a boy whose name echoed the one she lost
She clung to him.
Loved him.
Claimed him.
Because in her shattered mind,
he wasn't just Renji.
He was Ren
the baby she lost,
the baby she waited for,
the baby she would do anything to bring back home.
How a Fubuki Is Born
Ghosts aren't the real monsters.
Emotions are.
People always think ghosts come from dead bodies.
Like a spirit floats out, moans a little, shakes some walls, and boom ghost.
But that ain't how this world works.
Here…
Fubuki are something else.
Something deeper.
Something much more terrifying.
A Fubuki isn't a ghost.
A Fubuki is emotion that refuses to die.
When a human body dies, the soul moves on. Leaves.
Peaceful or painful, it still goes somewhere.
But sometimes…
the emotion stays behind.
Not the nice emotions.
Not love.
Not joy.
Not hope.
No.
The ones that cling.
The ones that choke.
The ones that burn holes through a person's heart.
Trauma.
Loneliness.
Grief.
Rage.
Obsession.
Despair.
When those feelings become stronger than the human they came from,
they don't die.
They just break free.
The soul moves on
but the emotion is left behind,
alive but not alive,
dead but not gone.
Those emotions twist together,
fold in on themselves,
feed on whatever pain is nearby…
And from that chaos,
from that nightmare and heartbreak mixed into one,
a Fubuki is born.
No body.
No soul.
Just raw emotion given shape.
A nightmare wearing the memory of a human.
Most Fubuki act based on what broke them:
If they died scared, they become creatures of panic.
If they died angry, they become hunters of rage.
If they died empty, they swallow anything warm.
If they died longing for someone… they search forever.
That's why Eli didn't vanish when she died.
Her love was too strong.
Her grief was too deep.
Her obsession with her unborn child was too heavy for death to carry away.
So her soul left.
But her emotion stayed.
Grew.
Warped.
Filled the palace cell with her nightmares.
And that emotion shaped itself into her.
The body was gone.
The woman was gone.
But what she felt remained.
That's the thing about Fubuki:
They aren't ghosts.
They're emotions that refused to let go.
Nightmares wearing a face that used to smile.
And Eli…
her Fubuki wasn't born from hatred.
It was born from a mother's love
that broke so violently
it twisted into horror.