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The fog grew denser as he neared the riverbank. The air grew colder. Ahead, the distinct shape of the Torii gate rose out of the mist, its red paint chipped but standing defiant.

Kaito watched the Walker stumble past. He needed to get to the river. Rumor had it that the Salt Shrine at the water's edge kept them at bay. Salt cut through the starch. Salt was the only purification left in Onigatownofthedead.

He didn't look. He kept moving.

Kaito pressed his back against the cool tile of a vending machine. He held his breath. The irony wasn't lost on him. In a town famous for its preservation of history, now the only thing being preserved was the appetite of the deceased.

A low moan vibrated through the air, not from a single throat, but from a chorus. From the side streets, from the shop doorways, they emerged. Dozens of them. Their pale faces luminescent in the dark. The stuck-together masses of the town's population. onigatownofthedead

The town of Onigiri, once a peaceful haven for those seeking delicious triangular rice balls, has been overrun by the undead. A mysterious curse, born from the depths of Japanese mythology, has brought the town's beloved onigiri to life - but with a terrifying twist. These aren't your ordinary rice balls; they're now vessels for the vengeful spirits of the yurei, hungry for human flesh.

He swung the bat, connecting with the skull of a Walker in a business suit. The impact was heavy, a dull thud against dense weight. The creature stumbled back, the white paste cracking where the wood struck. Kaito ripped the cap off the salt pouch with his teeth and blew a cloud of white crystals into the faces of the front row. The fog grew denser as he neared the riverbank

A figure emerged from the gloom. It wore the tattered remains of a delivery uniform. Its jaw hung loose, unhinged, dripping a viscous, milky fluid. It bumped into a lamppost, leaving a smear of sticky residue.

A shuffling noise echoed from the alleyway behind a shuttered convenience store. Kaito watched the Walker stumble past

You are a brave warrior, tasked with uncovering the source of the curse and putting an end to the zombie-onigiri apocalypse. Explore the deserted streets, visit the local shrine, and interact with the few remaining survivors. But beware, for the onigiri are relentless, and the yurei spirits will stop at nothing to claim your soul.

He passed the old tea house where he used to take his sister. The doors were smashed inward. Inside, the low tables were overturned. He could hear the sound of wet, sloppy mastication coming from the dark interior—a sound that would haunt his nightmares if he lived long enough to have them.