He stood on the bridge leading to the bathhouse, eyes rather blank as he stared down at the train tracks below.

Haku turned as soon as he heard footsteps, eyebrow quirking in interest as he viewed the girl who stood before him— she didn’t smell human, no. He’s sure he’s seen her before— ah yes. She would scrub the baths and the bathhouse floor, only started working there a few months before. A kitsune spirit who no longer had a shrine to call home.