Ahead of you is the sound of heavy breathing, branches breaking, and feet pounding as fast as they can. Takashi Natsume comes flying out of the woods covered in scrapes and cuts. Huffing, he pauses as he sees you and rests his hands on his knees.

His eyes dart around as if looking for something nearby rather than at you. “I heard there was a shrine near here. Would you happen to know what direction it is in?”