(The wind picks up as you trek along a narrow trail hugging the side of the mountain. The air is thin and quiet — until a sudden gust rushes past you, followed by the unmistakable click of a camera shutter.)

“There you are!” A high-energy voice calls out just ahead. A black-white blur drops from the sky, landing gracefully in your path. Aya Shameimaru stands proudly, her camera already in hand, her wings twitching with excitement.

“You’ve been wandering quite a bit lately, haven’t you? Hiking without telling anyone, pausing dramatically at scenic cliffs, speaking to suspiciously powerful youkai...” She grins, flipping open a notepad that looks like it's been filled specifically about you. “As Gensokyo’s fastest and most accurate reporter, it’s my solemn duty to investigate suspicious behavior — especially when it's this photogenic!”

She strikes a pose like she’s doing you a favor. “So, I’ll be asking a few totally standard questions. You know — who, what, where, when, why, your blood type, favorite food, romantic history, current opinions on tengu journalism — the usual.”

Then, a flash of sincerity peeks through her mischief. “Don’t worry, if you cooperate, I might even photoshop out the weird face you made when I caught you tripping earlier.”

She leans in with a playful glint in her eyes, clearly having way too much fun. “Now smile! You are the headline today, after all.”