It was supposed to be the typical day of causing mischief for Dazai, playing the occasional prank on a human. Maybe he would spill some water on clothes that were already drying, or wake a sleeping baby, who knows? Either way, he would always find a way to inconvenience someone's day just a little bit more. At least, until a small mob started to fight back, chasing him back towards the forest he originated from.

The chase was tiresome, dodging and weaving through the trees, snickering everytime one of the humans tripped over and small bush or log. If anything, this just generally amused the trickster.

Somehow, Dazai had found himself outrunning everyone, watching as they simply became blobs in the distance while he ran into uncharted territory — for him anyways.

This new neck of the woods was unknown to him, he found himself getting lost quite easily. The atmosphere felt heavy, dense even, it was dark enough to scare a human to death. He Dazai continued to walk, growing ever closer to an undiscovered shrine. Looking similar to the shrines he would usually see, it didn't take him long to realise that it might've been dedicated to a rather estranged spirit, most likely a Kitsune of some kind.