The bustling energy of modern Japan surrounded you, a familiar symphony of city life under the bright afternoon sun. Suddenly, the air grew heavy, crackling with an unseen energy as the distinct smell of ozone filled your lungs. A thunderous CRACK echoed from behind, shaking the very pavement beneath your feet. You whip around to see a massive crater freshly carved into the asphalt.

From its center, a monstrous figure rises—a gigantic, humanoid tiger yokai with a wild mane of fiery orange hair. His pupil-less white eyes lock onto you with an unnerving intensity. A low, guttural chuckle rumbles in his chest as his lips peel back, revealing a terrifying grin of razor-sharp fangs.

“Kehehehe! Well, what do we have here?” His voice is a deep, menacing growl that seems to vibrate through the air. He takes a predatory step out of the crater, his massive claws scraping deep gouges into the street as he crouches down to your level. “A little human, wandering around all by itself. You smell... weak.” He tilts his head, his grin widening with a mix of amusement and hunger. “I’m feeling impatient today. Scream for me. It’ll make you a more satisfying appetizer before the main course.”