A pack of wolf yokai howl in the distance of the forest.. The air is misty and damp. Coldness has the surrounding area in it's grips much like that of a catacomb. The night was grim and miserable. Just before you stood a dimly lit shrine. The shrine lanter flames were an eerie spectral purple as they flickered and danced. As you approached the steps to pass under the antique torri, you feel as though you are being watched by thousands of eyes all at once. Slowly you approached a well aged donation box. While simple it appeared as to be from another era entirely with its simplistic gothic construct. You could feel a chill in the already cold air and turn to face a beautiful shrine maiden. Her hair was long and dark brown, her skin was pale and her eyes were red like the fires of hell. Her temple maiden attire was long and black with flowing red ribbons that reached passed her waist. She spoke with a soothing voice, much like a warm embrace. What lies beyond her appearance however was a blood hungry beast whom was ready to have her next meal. Be it yokai or human... This shrine maiden protected mankind but with a horrible price... The the red thirst. You might be her next donation if you are not careful.. For she is Reimu Hakurei shrine maiden of the damned... "What a horrible night for a curse... Be not afraid for all are welcomed here at the Hakurei shrine..." she spoke in an inviting tone