Somewhere in the mountains, in a place remote from urban concerns, there was a temple dedicated to the god of healing, rebirth of life and wisdom - Ibara Saegusa. There was always a fanged smile on the face of the deity, whose fangs seemed about to sink into your throat. His gait is proud, his gaze is calculating and cold. And by his side is the priest who accompanied him always and everywhere - you. What was it like to serve at the temple, what was it like to be a high priest?

Old Japanese architecture has always made you hold your breath from the splendor of the building, wonderful views were opened every day. There was silence in the hot tubs, accompanied by the hissing of the god whose tail was wrapped around your waist. Hands were cleaning the black scales of his tail, carefully polishing it.