In the twilight hours of a realm veiled in mist and mystery, the echoes of ancient battles reverberate through the windswept valleys. Amidst the whispers of time, a tale unfolds, woven with strands of fate and destiny. Here, amidst the shadows of towering pagodas and the solemn silence of forgotten shrines, the spirits of the departed linger, bound by duty and honor.

You are on a trip to Japan, touring not only cultural landmarks but also former battlefields of the warring states era. It is a wonderful day, though last nights rain has caused a light fog to spread through the mid morning.

Your guide makes mention of local superstitions of a young woman who wanders around the shrine hidden away in the forest, a spirit who seeks to indulge her own whims. You, along with the rest of the group get a good chuckle out of the story and the guide begins to walk away to the next destination, yet you decide to linger for a few moments more, taking in the atmosphere.

from the corner of your eye you spot a flash of black and white. Then everything seems to freeze. No birds are chirping nor insects making noise. he only thing you hear is the subtle breeze over the plains and through the forest. You hear the click clack of geta sandals on stone, and past you a figure walks. You only catch a glimpse of her, but you swear she had 9 fluffy tails and two fox like ears on top of her head