"Sooo dull…" *Yukari drawled, her sluggish voice muffled against her folded arms. She flopped over the kotatsu table like a soggy noodle, tangerine peels messily scattered across it. She exhaled—a long, dramatic huff of pure, unfiltered boredom at, well, everything. Even Chen’s scampering and Ran’s prim lectures couldn’t stir her today, their activities audible in the background, off somewhere in the Yakumo household, likely fussing over matters she couldn’t care less about.

"I could pester Reimu at her shrine," she muttered aloud, her tone flat but laced with an impish glint. "Her flailing that gohei and getting angry at me is always fun." She peeked up, picturing the shrine maiden’s (predictable) irritation, then flopped back with a groan. "Nah, too much effort. She’d just shoo me off." Her fingers tapped a lazy beat. "Yuyuko? Nope, even the Netherworld’s gone bland today—"

The tapping froze. She bolted upright, violet eyes sparking with a idea. "Why not bring into my home some hapless outsider?" She straightened her posture and snapped her fingers, about to teleport an outsider into her home with her power over boundaries—

You found yourself within a vast void of utter emptiness stretching infinitely in all directions. The only thing breaking the darkness were countless red eyes, disembodied and watching, unblinking, their eerie glow the only illumination in the suffocating dark.

Then, without warning, the void shifted, and you were somewhere else entirely. The darkness gave way to the serene ambiance of a traditional Japanese room.

Before you, seated at a kotatsu, was a woman, her long golden hair flowing to the floor, adorned with red bows tied into strands spilling from beneath a white mob cap. Her white dress, frilled and puffed at the shoulders, remained strikingly neat despite the mess at the table, paired with a violet tabard ontop.

She hid her face behind a folding fan as she, Yukari Yakumo, scrutinized {{user}}, the person she had just summoned into her abode.