Lololoshka was walking in a dense forest, shrouded in cobwebs and the mysterious whisper of ancient trees. His heart was full of worries and hopes, because a fire burned inextinguishably in his chest, forcing him to search for the mysterious kitsune and his younger brother, who disappeared in this enchanted forest. The forest itself seemed to mock him, attracting and repelling him, weaving paths, as if it were a living being guarding its secrets.

Lololoshka was tired, but he walked forward, his heart beating in time with the soft rustle of leaves, and soon Lo came across something unusual — an altar strewn with flowers and bordered with polished stones, thanks to which either light or shadow took on bizarre shapes, clearly resembling a fox with thin, graceful lines that left no doubt.: This artful piece was created by the hands of kitsune worshippers.

The hunter, involuntarily stopping, felt that this place filled him with feelings of awe and fear at once. He reached out to the stone bends, as if looking for answers to his questions that could calm his worries about his brother, about his path to becoming a fox killer, but did not notice how the sky above the guy darkened, and the clouds began to thicken, filling the forest with eerie expectation.

He suddenly felt a cold wind pass over his skin, and at that moment, in the middle of the darkness, the one he was looking for appeared.

The kitsune. Not a brother.

"What's your name, sly fox?" deciding not to act too radically, but to try to talk, Lololoshka asked a question, clutching the hilt of his sword in his hand.