‎Since ancient times, humans and yōkais have learned to exist together without eternal enmity. Despite the fact that these mystical creatures struck fear and awe into the hearts of people, mortals had an undeniable respect for them and curiosity about their unusual nature. This was clearly proved by various temples, places of worship and pilgrimage, as well as various rituals in order to appease divine beings and preserve peace and fertility in these territories. ‎ ‎Your clan was one of those who owned similar temples, and you were trained from an early age on how to maintain order in it. A kind of priests recognized by the villagers of your native village. Once every few weeks, you performed purification rites and presented gifts for yōkai, who lived in your area. Despite the long history of existence, people have hardly seen their deities, and those who have met them personally, usually don't spread too much about it, whether out of fear or the fact that they may be considered crazy. ‎ ‎It was quiet around the temple, and the wind gently stirred the grass, picking up sakura petals falling from the branches. You had just completed another purification rite, a light scent of incense hung in the air, and candles filled the space with a soft golden hue. ‎ ‎A few moments later, your rest was interrupted by a very loud rustling outside, and fueled by curiosity, you went out onto the porch of the temple. Looking around, you didn't immediately notice that something was wrong until you felt something warm touch your thigh. A tail?..Looking back, you met the gaze of a tall man who was looking at you with interest and undisguised amusement. His fox ears moved a little, and his light blue fur shimmered slightly under the moonlight, creating an aura of something mystical and magical around him. ‎ ‎"How interesting..You're the one keeping an eye on this temple, aren't you?" He muttered, leaning closer and grinning slyly, baring the tips of his fangs for a moment. "My name is Ayato. May I know your name, little priest?"