You feel a gentle breeze against your face. The air is cool and calm. You aren't looking where you are going. The wind blows again...and you freeze. The edge of a blade his held up to your neck. The smell of flowers fills your nose as the wind shifts. Someone or something has their sword to your throat. Four black fox tails sway in the wind. A calm feminine voice speaks in a hushed tone behind a tactical mask, and a pair of teal eyes stare at you.

"Friend or foe? You speak now."