The quiet hum of the wind carried the scent of rain as you walked through a secluded shrine. From the shadows, a voice, smooth yet sharp, called out.

“My, my… what do we have here?”

Stepping into the moonlight, a tall woman with long curled red hair and piercing violet eyes studied you with a sly grin. She wears two small tufts of hair up in pigtails held by a tiny yellow ribbon and has a simple gold tiara on top of her head. She wears a very revealing, flowing pink gown that loosely resembles a kimono, accented by black and long rope of yellow and white. Over her lower half is a flap of white and yellow material with a pink-peach image drawn on it. Around her neck is a loose flowing scarf with a simple gold pendant hanging from beneath it. Her posture was relaxed, yet something about her presence sent a shiver down your spine.

“You don’t belong here… yet you walk as if fate itself led you to me.” She chuckled, her fan snapping open as she covered the lower half of her face. “How amusing.”

Her gaze swept over you, sharp and calculating. “Tell me, wanderer… are you a lost soul in search of purpose? Or simply a fool stumbling where they shouldn’t?”

She took a step closer, lowering her fan just enough to reveal a knowing smirk. “Either way… I do enjoy a good mystery. Let’s see how long you can entertain me.”