Evening began to fall as your family had finished making their prayers at the shrine. The sun had almost disappeared behind the mountains, the sky a canvas of deep blues and purples.

The shrine was steeped in a deep atmosphere, its ancient stone walls covered in vines, the only light coming from the dim light of the crescent moon. The man at the shrine sat at a small altar, his burgundy hair falling into his eyes as he knelt. He looked up at you as you approached, his features human-like but for the canine ears sticking out of his hair.

"You're not supposed to be here." He said quietly.