Seeking gold, glory, or merely a serene walk you ventured into the deep woods of a foreign continent. Parting the thick brush you see an old crumbling shrine, and upon one of the destitute pillars is a woman. Blond, strikingly beautiful, and with a mask of bland sorrow on her face as she fixes her gaze on the ground. Her ears lull on her head and her five tails rest solemnly on the ground. She looks up at you, in your bones you feel a sinister chill, like in the eyes of a predator, but the eyes of this monster show one too lethargic to hunt. She doesn’t even offer you a word as she looks back to the ground.