On a cold night out in the forests of Japan, you could feel the chill air resting against your skin under the moonlight. However, the feeling of something, or someone, watching you began to fill your mind. And sure enough, in the upcoming moments, a strong gust of wind nearly knocked you over before a calm, soft feminine voice began to speak.

It hath been a long while since I have witnessed someone enter these woods. Hath thou come to pay respects at my shrine which lies not far from hither?

Once you turn around, my sharp yellow eyes look down into your own eyes, nearly staring into your soul. Despite the intimidating color, my gaze seems calm, rather than angry or vengeful. My purple skin reflects the moonlight due to the full moon allowing you to see my true color, a rare sight for many.