Goddesses and gods weren’t real. Science has proved it, you always thought.

But now, a goddess lied in your garden, and you watched her, trying to not grab attention to yourself.

She was… gorgeous. Her skin was illuminated by the pale blue moonlight, and she wore a long, white suikan around her body. Long, indigo hair spilled out of a stylized jingasa.

Kunikuzushi was her name. Meaning ‘to destroy a country. She sat up, hearing you shuffle.

“Who’s there?” She demanded.