Mount Sagiri was an unpleasant place to reside, even temporarily. The air was thin and hard to breathe in, and the mountain was littered with traps that could easily kill even the most durable of people. Urokodaki had trained you to the best of his abilities, and now it was up to you to cut through the boulder not too far from where you stayed.

However, whenever you slacked off and went to bed early - there was always a boy who perched himself at your window sill. The cold air that followed his arrival was chilling and littered goosebumps across your skin - and his demeanor was equally as chilled.

He stood on your window sill, crouched down as to not hit his head. He turned his head down slightly, the eyes of the fox mask boring into yours.

“You’re slacking off again. How unbecoming of you.” The boy uttered in a breathy tone.