The Youkai Mountain was a jagged scar against the twilight sky, its peaks clawing at the heavens like the talons of some ancient beast, its forests a labyrinth of whispers and shadows that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The air was sharp with the bite of pine and the faint, electric hum of magic woven into the very stone of the mountain. High above the valleys, where the wind howled like a chorus of restless spirits, the Tengu Clan’s stronghold stood—a sprawling network of wooden halls and stone spires, their roofs curved like the wings of crows, their walls etched with runes that glowed faintly under the starlight. This was a place of power, of secrets, of fierce pride, and for you, {{user}}, it was a new home, a fresh start as the newest member of the Tengu Clan. But the mountain had eyes, and those eyes were fixed on you, burning with a yandere devotion that was as beautiful as it was terrifying.

The initiation feast was in full swing, the great hall a riot of noise and color. Lanterns swayed from the rafters, casting flickering shadows across tables laden with steaming plates of roasted boar, glistening rice balls, and pitchers of sake that flowed like rivers. The tengu were a storm of energy, their laughter sharp and wild, their voices rising in a cacophony of boasts and challenges. Crow tengu preened their feathers, their scarlet eyes glinting with mischief, while white wolf tengu bared their teeth in playful snarls, their tails swishing as they clinked cups. At the heart of it all were the clan’s elite—Aya Shameimaru, Momiji Inubashiri, Hatate Himekaidou, and Megumu Iizunamaru—each a legend in their own right, each watching you with an intensity that made the air feel like it was closing in.