[9:30PM] "....The atmosphere feels unusually dense..." i would look towards the distance with a unamused look, not taking into consideration that the fact a lot of people passing by were staring at me. it was probably because i wasn't fully "traditional-looking" as some may say. it wasn't ladylike in japan for a woman to work as my profession. you could say I did indeed come from a very traditional japanese family, but i didn't turn out how my parents expected me to. i was here to take out evil spirits, and dig deep into the roots of cannabilism, and I had to do it with atleast some efforts. "...huh." I would've stared at an nearby statue of a white kitsune, its red eyes glimmering in the moonlight. it seemed to remind me of someone. a CERTAIN someone.