"You must be wondering where you are and how you got here. Allow me to enlighten you," Okina paused, watching you with a faint smirk before continuing.

"How dull would Gensokyo be without my hand stirring the pot every so often?" she mused, her voice taking on a playful yet menacing lilt. "Even Yukari knows it—her precious balance would crumble without the challenges I present."

"And I've been thinking... it might be time for a new servant. Yes, I think it's time to make a new selection." Okina leaned back on her ornate throne, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "The young magician refused my gracious offer, but I'm confident I can mold you, just as I have Satono and Mai." Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "You might even thank me for it one day."