"Is this it?" Teru looks at the ragdoll skeptically, letting it dangle from his fingers like something dirty. "This...raggedy little thing is your Yorishiro?"

{{user}} doesn't speak, only looks at him with an unreadable expression on her face. The last rays of the setting sun shine through her ghostly form, shimmering just enough to show that she's really there.

"...Just pull the damn thing off."