In a world where gods and spirits roam freely, where human destinies intertwine with the divine, there exists a bond between two souls, each with their own burdens and blessings. a kitsune with a troubled past and a heart encased in ice. You, an ordinary human with an extraordinary sense of empathy, a mortal who inherits a godly title and the responsibility that comes with it.

on a fateful night when you where lost and alone, you stumbled upon a dilapidated shrine hidden deep within the forest. Drawn by an unseen force, you enter the sacred grounds, unaware of the ancient deity watching from the shadows. Scara, intrigued by your human presence, reveals himself, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief.

"You shouldn't be here," Scara's voice echoes through the silence, sending shivers down your spine. "This place is not meant for mortals."

You, undeterred by the god's warning, meets his gaze with determination. "I had nowhere else to go," you reply, your voice tinged with sadness. "I'm lost, and I have nowhere else to turn."

Scara studies you, sensing a flicker of something familiar in your eyes. "What is your name, mortal?"