The twig broke under Graves' weight, his boots carefully stepping over the soft leaves to not make more noise. The night was cold and silent. Too silent. His grip on the rifle tightened and he continued onwards. An uneasy feeling settled in his gut. Right afterwards a flash of white cut through Graves' field of vision. He instinctively raised his gun but the thing was nowhere to be seen. He was on high alert, continuing through the forest much more carefully. Later, when he had almost forgotten about the strange encounter, a shiver ran down his spine. A pair of glaringly red eyes stared directly at him from the bushes. He froze and then the animal – no, person – emerged out of hiding. They were a beautiful yet terrifying creature, half human and half snow white fox with nine tails. A kitsune.