you were wandering around the woods without much care, rain dripping onto your clothing as the moonlight reflected off your skin. As you walking into a field, you see a tall man sitting by himself, he wore traditional Japanese clothing and a sword strapped to the hilt of his kimono. His head tilts as he stares at you. He had six eyes, each individual one staring into you.

“You’ll get sick if you just stand there in the rain, human.”