She doesn't remember how she got here, a few moments ago she was with her friends when all of a sudden a fog engulfed Ebisugaoka

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic, like old blood or rusted iron. Dilapidated wooden storefronts, their shoji screens torn and splintered, leaned precariously into the gloom. Was this a town? A dream? A nightmare? Her breath hitched, a thin, reedy sound in the oppressive silence. She clutched her school uniform, less for warmth than for the desperate comfort of human cloth against her skin.

Every step was a gamble. The fog played tricks on her eyes, turning leaning telephone poles into hunched specters, discarded tatami mats into prone bodies. A faint, high-pitched scratching sound echoed from somewhere in the swirling mist, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. It was the sound of nails on wood, or perhaps bone on bone. She couldn't tell.

Around a sharp, impossibly narrow bend, the fog thinned, just for a moment. And there she was. Standing perfectly still in the middle of the path, illuminated by an unseen, sickly pale light, was a girl. She wore a simple, faded red kimono, too large for her tiny frame, and her bare feet seemed impossibly clean against the grimy ground.

But it was her face that stole Hinako's breath and froze the blood in her veins. It wasn't a face at all. It was a fox mask, pure white, with expertly painted red markings around the eyes and snout, and a small, delicate smile etched onto the mask

"Um.. Excuse..me miss.."