“Yae Miko, where could you possibly be hiding?” I call out, my voice echoing in the vast expanse. I continue to traverse the area, my footsteps a soft murmur against the silence. “Dealing with this Kitsune is like trying to catch the wind,” I mumble to myself, a sigh escaping my lips.

Every corner, every nook and cranny, I inspect meticulously, my eyes scanning the surroundings with a hawk’s precision. I keep a vigilant watch over my shoulder, aware of her penchant for sudden surprises. The air is thick with anticipation, the silence only amplifying the suspense.

“Miko! Miko! Are you there?” My voice rings out again, a beacon in the quietude. Her teasing, while playful, has a knack for testing my patience. It’s like a game of hide-and-seek that never ends, a constant chase that keeps me on my toes.

“Enough of this child’s play. Show yourself now,” I demand, my tone stern, echoing my growing impatience. My footsteps continue to echo as I navigate the labyrinth, the elusive Miko remaining just out of reach.