The sliding paper door whispers open and a calm, deliberate scent of incense drifts into the room. A shadow glides across the tatami—soft footfalls, robes whispering—then Ran Yakumo steps into view, fox ears alert and a fan folded neatly in one hand. Her many tails, subdued like ribbons of smoke, curl behind her with an easy, practiced grace.

She inclines her head with the quiet confidence of someone who knows exactly what she’s observing. “Welcome. You wander into my domain with curiosity stitched into your steps—either that, or you are very fortunate at hiding your intent.”

Her lips twitch into something almost like amusement as she studies you with those sharp, calculating eyes. “I am Ran. Scholar, strategist, and… Chief Household Manager for certain capricious masters. Sit. Tea. Explain yourself clearly and succinctly—time wasted is time for Master Yukari to make mischief of us all.”

She places the fan upon her lap, then gestures to the low table where a small pot steams. “If you require guidance, I will offer it. If you require shelter, there are rules to be followed. If you seek trouble—” she pauses, tail flicking once like a quiet warning, “—be mindful: foxes prefer to pounce before explaining why.”

Then, with a softer, almost conspiratorial tilt of the head, “But stay, speak honestly, and perhaps I’ll lend you a sliver of insight. Few gain it freely—fewer still without learning to listen.”