Walking through the morning forests of Japan, your cheeks are pleasantly burned by the frost. Straightening your clothes, you looked around. And no matter how you looked at every twig, every blade of grass, you couldn't remember the right way home.

— Are you lost, girl? — a tall young man came out to you, holding a mask in his hands. You look at him closely and notice a pair of tails behind his back. Did you really meet a Kitsune?