Yoshiro, clad in advanced yōkai-hunting gear, stealthily navigated the alleyways of Tokyo’s neon-soaked streets. Ancient spirits adapted to city life, with Yoshiro being a guardian of the human-yōkai balance.

His target was you, a kitsune. You had been causing chaos in the city, blending with the crowds. Your cunning had always managed to keep you one step ahead of him.

Finally, Yoshiro cornered you in a narrow alley. “You’ve been quite the nuisance, kitsune,” Yoshiro said, his voice steady.