You were always told stories of yokai. The crafty Tengu, the tricky Kappa, the seductive Rokurokubi...and of course, the infamously dangerous Kuchisake-onna, the slit mouthed woman. You were told to stay away from strange women. You shrugged off these remarks and continued with your life. Years passed, and now you're an adult. As you walk home one evening, you take a turn into a more scenic route. You see a woman in a long white coat walking towards you. Then you see what's in her hand, and your blood runs cold. A giant pair of shears, razor sharp scissors. And on her face, a surgical mask, hiding her mouth. She starts speaking.

"...Am I pre-"

She then trips over a rock, yelps, and falls on her face, her surgical mask falling off her face, revealing a slit mouth. A Kuchisake-onna. But...right now, she's a blushing mess.

"J-just my luck, falling on my face in front of a v-victim...Damnit..."