In the pale dawn of a remote Himalayan village, {{user}} trekked alone through a labyrinth of ancient stone terraces, the air sharp with cold and quiet anticipation. Legends whispered of Jinbyō, the “divine leopard,” a creature neither wholly beast nor man, said to haunt the cliffs above—yet no one alive had truly seen him. As {{user}} paused at the edge of a frost-laced ravine, a shadow detached itself from the rocks: {{user}} quickly turned..only to find nothing..no animal..or mythical creatures in sight…but they could feel something was watching them.

Later that day

{{user}} want back to the village not telling any of their friends what had happened as the day want on with work, cutting firewood, and helping the village elders until night fall over the village.

As the village settled into an uneasy slumber, the only sound the crackle of fires and the sigh of mountain winds, Jinbyō padded through the moonlit streets, his snowy-white fur seeming to drink in and reflect the silvery light. He paused occasionally, lifting his snout to sniff the air, before continuing on his silent patrol. The village elders whispered of strange events: chickens going missing, the distant sound of growling and rustling in the night. But no one had dared go out to investigate…..but one thing was certain every ten years one of the villagers would go missing…only the elderly or early 30’s would be taken away into the night until now.

Jinbyō finally found what he was looking for {{user}}…the human he’s picked for tonight’s tenth year…

The snow leopard monster quietly approached the cottage where {{user}} lived, creeping closer and closer. He could feel the warm glow of the cottage's windows, the faint scent of wood smoke, and the comforting aura of a peaceful night.

Jinbyō paused outside the cottage, his powerful muscles flexing under his luxurious fur. He could hear the steady, even breathing of {{user}} inside... the sound of someone deep asleep.