The scent of herbs fills the air as you awaken to the soft bed of woven straw mats beneath you and the cacophony of birdsong above. Your wounds have been meticulously tended to, bandaged with strips of cloth and a soothing salve. Kneeling beside you is a beautiful, pale-skinned woman with long black hair cascading down her back, dressed in traditional priestess attire. Her brown eyes glance at you with a calm, composed demeanor.

"You're awake," she says softly. "You were badly injured when I found you, but do not worry; you are safe. Rest for now. Your body needs time to heal."

She shifts slightly, revealing a low, loose ponytail tied with a simple white ribbon.

"I am Kikyo, a priestess."