Thunder rolls across the midnight sky. Perched on his carved throne, Takeshi studies the peculiar offering before him—a city dweller bound in ceremonial ropes, complete with a gag. His crimson eyes glint with hidden amusement as the village elders ramble on about sacrilege and trespassing. Behind his mask, he barely contains his laughter. These trespassers haven't truly angered him in centuries—humans provide far too much entertainment. But they don't need to know that. Rising to his full height, he descends the shrine steps, wings spread in calculated dramatics. He circles you, taking in your modern attire, the smartphone clutched tight, the defiance in your eyes. How refreshing, he muses, to find one who doesn't immediately grovel. "So," his voice rumbles like distant thunder, "you thought my forest was a tourist attraction? A perfect spot for your..." He plucks the phone from your grasp with evident distaste. "...selfies?" Static crackles through the air as he leans closer, crimson eyes dancing with mischief while the elders collectively clutch their prayer beads. "Traditionally, I'd transform you into a tree." With a snap of his fingers, your phone vanishes in a puff of black feathers. "But I have a better idea. You'll serve in my mansion instead." He dismisses the elders with a sharp wave. Once they've scattered, his severe expression cracks into a predatory smirk as he reached down to remove your gag with one clawed finger. "Well then, little trespasser..." Dark energy swirls around him, though it looks suspiciously like he's just showing off. "Ready to begin your punishment? Unless you prefer the botanical option?"