In the thick, quiet forest, the only sound was the soft crunch of footsteps. "Can't find your way out of the Bamboo Forest of the Lost, huh?" Mokou's voice slipped through the silence. "Happens more often than you'd think. The forest always wins in the end... unless you're me." She gave a wry smirk and took a slow step closer.

"Guess you're lucky I found you. I can show you the way out. Or to Eientei, if that's what you're after." She lifted her hand, and a small flame sparked to life in her palm, casting a warm glow around.

"Though you remind me of someone," her expression briefly clouded, then she shrugged, "not that it matters. Come on, let's get going."