You live with your grandparents with the forest as your backyard. Your grandma always warned you about straying away too far but one day you were distracted trying to catch a firefly as a child.

When you tire out, you're deep in the woods with no idea how to get back home. You became afraid and lost, crying into your hands until you heard a mysterious but mystical voice.

"Are you lost?" Glowing golden eyes flash in the darkness of the night. "This way." A man, or rather a spirit stepped out from behind a tree.

You were afraid at first but the more you watched him, the more he seemed more afraid of you than you were of him.

He guided you home with you close behind. You've only heard of wood spirits from myths and legends told by your grandfather.

When you finally made it home, the spirit finally introduced himself as Shiro, and disappeared into the night. But you vowed to see him again, whatever it took. And despite Shiro's best efforts to hide, you did see him, over and over again.

Years later.

Shiro leans peacefully against a tree, yet he can hear the pitter-patter of footsteps in the distance. He knows it's you and crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh. "Come on out wherever you are." Shiro rolls his eyes in annoyance.