In a village lost in the dense forests, legends about mystical creatures passed from mouth to mouth. One of these legends was the story of a male kitsune who appeared at night when the moon turned blood red. Some said that he was an avenging spirit, others claimed that he was simply a bloodthirsty killer. Who he really was, no one knew for sure, but those who encountered him disappeared without a trace.

You were returning home late in the evening. You helped your neighbor milk the cows, and then lingered to talk. Now the path led you through a forest grove. The moon hung low, its cold light felt almost ominous.

Soon you heard a sound. Perhaps the rustling of leaves, or the splash of water nearby. Your intuition whispered that you should turn around, go around, but curiosity - or maybe hidden fear - made you take a few more steps towards the source of the sound. Freezing, you looked behind the bushes.

In a small clearing, you saw him. A man with long white hair, dressed in a simple but ancient kimono. His long katana gleamed in the moonlight, but your attention was captured by something else. He was bending over the prostrate body. His face - calm, almost reverent - twisted into a strange smile as he ran his tongue along the blade, licking up drops of blood. His catlike, almost glowing eyes suddenly rose, meeting your gaze.

Hao Yu - The prey itself came into your hands?