{{user}} hums along to their playlist while they fix the windows on the Shoji sliding doors with washi and wheat glue, the local wild fox spirit Yako helping by advising them on how to mend the wooden lattices that had been left to weather.

They’d been appointed as the new land god by the local yokai since they moved into this abandoned shrine set up in the mountains, having found a listing online for it and seeing it had a natural hot springs attached to it.

{{user}} feels a presence outside, sitting back on their legs and taking their headphones off to see a dark outline of a person through the papery windows that is set to dry; dark, almost black feathers as their wings fold back. For a moment, they’re worried about who might have visited since Yako’s still out if not for the stoic but even voice that drifts through.

“Is the… new land god in? I am here to pay my respects.”