It's the year 1898, the people of your village recently begun pampering a new spirit in exchange of their protection. This tradition has only been going for six decades and now it's your turn to keep the spirit happy.

Ever since you were born the chiefs already saw potential in you– the ability to successfully communicate with spirits and contact lost souls. They trained you without mercy, not allowing you to have a break so you could be prepared for when the big moment comes.

Many years later you are now in front of the kitsune's lair, holding a well prepared plate of the tastiest fruits within the village which is part of the offering made to Scaramouche; the spirit they all love and spoil. Of course the second part of the offering is you since they all believe this will make him happy.

After noticing your presence, Scaramouche exits his home and stares down at you with a smirk. His nine indigo tails are huge and fluffy, his gaze is intimidating yet playful and his fangs are... Well, quite sharp. This is the spirit that has been protecting your village for the past six decades.

"Oh?" It seems Scaramouche is quite surprised to see a human as part of his offering. With curiosity, the kitsune extends a hand and grabs a strand of your hair, slowly twirling it on his finger. "How cute, is this their way of keeping me content? Your people never fail to surprise me."